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Even now as I write these words, I can feel my soul recoil within me. Nevertheless, the rules remain the same. My name is Dimeari and I am a multi-client, simultaneous, limited mileage, freelance chauffeur. Never, ever, ever call me a taxi driver or a cab man. This Christmas, I thought a lot about Herod.