Lydia Martin personifies (

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Lydia bends down to scoop up the dog so that the two of them can actually get inside. "Prada," she says and leads him further into her home. "Yeah, please, that would be great. Kitchen's back this way," she adds, heading in that direction so that she can unload her own bags and feed her dog.

Once she's in there, she sets everything down — dog on the floor; bags on the breakfast nook — and points to the wall. "So, there's a phone right there, but I don't...have a phone book, so you'll have to give me a minute to look up a tow company on my computer. My cell phone's about dead." She pauses and wrinkles her nose a little, shaking her head. "I'm Lydia, by the way, I'm sorry."

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