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After my first wife and I divorced, I had visitation two nights per week. The drop-offs were always annoying because she was never on time. One night while waiting in a parking lot for her to arrive, I remembered the rear seat in my car folds down. When we saw her pull into the lot, my son folded the seat down, crawled into the trunk and pulled the seat back. Once she parked, I popped the trunk latch so he could get out. She looked at me in horror. I shrugged and drove off.
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