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When I was in Germany there were about five of us singles that attended Church, but only one of us had a car, and it wasn't me. Church was half an hour away and I had difficulty finding a ride if the one Soldier with a car did not drive me, but if I said anything she would tell me that I was wrong, even if she knew absolutely nothing about the subject, my military specialty, what I studied in college, something else from my life before the Army, it did not matter. If I said anything she found a way of telling me that I was wrong.
She also always complained that she was lonely.
Eh. I will forgo the rest of that story.
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