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Felicia's Other Life
When I took this job, they said a car would be one of the perks, even before I had a chance to ask. I'd imagined going to the showroom to pick one out, something I'd never done. The make and model had to be high-toned, of course, in keeping with my executive position, and yet progressive, forward-looking — a planet-friendly testimony to the ideals of nonprofit philanthropy. I imagined a hydrogen-powered Beamer sedan or a Lexus hybrid. So I was a bit surprised when a car was delivered to the house. It was the biggest, heaviest, gas-powered Mercedes-Benz made, what the Brits call a "black bedpan." If the Rolls I'd taken for joyrides when I was a valet at Wuthering Palms had been a banker's fuckmobile, this sleek high-tech job was a hedge-fund manager's wet dream.
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