That night, I took my wife to get ice cream. As I reversed out of the driveway, she glanced at the screen, then at me, then at the screen again.
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That night, I bought another camera. Not for me. For my mother-in-law’s sedan. She had backed over her own mailbox twice. That night, I took my wife to get ice cream