Read it phonetically. When I’m really tired, I fall back into the Alabama accent.
Made it to my appointment this morning. Made it to Katie’s appointment on the other side of the world. Then the car wouldn’t crank. In fact, it wouldn’t do anything at all. Not even the automatic door locks were working. No reason at all for it—I didn’t leave the lights on or anything like that.1
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