Fake Taxi Daisy Delicious

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But one Tuesday, the script broke. A real passenger, confused by the lack of a roof light but desperate for a ride, hopped in while Mike was grabbing coffee. Elena, already in her "Daisy" wig, looked at the man—an elderly gentleman clutching a bouquet of actual daisies. "I'm late for my daughter's wedding," he gasped. fake taxi daisy delicious

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The taxi moves, through neon lights, A path that's winding, through the city's nights. The music plays, a tune so bright, Daisy delicious, singing through the night. "I'm late for my daughter's wedding," he gasped

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