We were given two keys to the Fusion. Yet they were connected together. What's the point of that? Thanks to Sean he separated them with wire cutters in order for us both to have one. Not that that has done us any good, since one is almost always locked in the car. Each place we stop one of us asks do you have the key or make sure sure its locked. When we are out gallavanting we must say, I just have to find the key. Because god only knows where it is... Jeanne did happen to leave it on the counter at the UPS store thanks to that wonderful sleep aid she took. But we are good. Some nice gentleman gave it back along with an "are you stupid" look. Hey our memories are shot after 3 weeks.
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