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My Aunt called late last night and said she would like to stop by on her way out of Maine. I gave her directions from 295. This morning I waited and waited, and close to 1PM she called and told me a long story about being up too late last night and being fuzzy and confused and couldn't seem to find the exit she should take off 95. Um... that's because I hadn't even thought about having to direct her to get off 95 and onto 295, I assumed she would naturally do that when headed toward Portland. Well, my bad I guess. Eventually I got her to tell me where she HAD ended up - she was at the Kennebunk Rest Area. So I drove down there and we visited for a while in Burger King. Well, you do what you can - it's been a couple of years since I've seen her, and she is my favorite Aunt. Rather on the dizzy side, as you can probably tell, but so totally sweet and fun that the drive was worth it.:)
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