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But, but don’t you want to card me?

I used to hate my driver’s license. When I first moved to Harrisburg, I was under the impression that I could somehow keep the fabulous photo circa 2006 on my ID forever. The girl at PennDOT wasn’t having it, and … Continue reading

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