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“My car!”

The whole front of my cherished little hatchback was s Half the bu off The lower part of the hood was crumpled…

Patricia Ponytail sped up the raain fro sick and disappointed

A… My car…

I felt like I’d been kicked in the gut, seeing my treasured vehicle like that We’d shared hundreds of City e sort of way, I also felt vindicated

Malcolm!

I could only ih his voice would clih the octaves when he sahat happened, if he hadn’t already

Then again, he could’ve turned in the lease by now He should’ve turned in the lease by now…

“Eat shit Malcolm,” I smiled, as the elevator doors opened behind me

Thirty

BRODY

“Oh I’ you, it exists”

Holly was slapping h I , even in the face of grave, boyfriend-slapping danger

“There is not a museum of sex,” she admonished me

“Really? Are you sure?”