Dear Car Mechanic,

Why am I always at your mercy? You are greasy and smell dirty, yet I always feel willing to do anything to make you like me. Please like me. Please.

On my knees in a puddle of oil,
Jennifer

P.S. Do not explain each detail of my auto problem. I don't understand you. Just tell me the damage. Fix it and let me pay. Oh and like me.

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