painfully awkward wave and grimace. He gestures for me to roll the window down, then leans a forearm on the door as he bends to look in on my misery. “Stay there. Don’t want you catching a cold.” He cuts straight to the point. No smiles, giving me only a display of cheekbones and a short beard to make a girl weep. “Pop your trunk; I’ll get the spare.” Shiiiiit. “Um. You’re standing right beside it.” If I hadn’t already cried my eyes out before, I would be tempted now. How could I forget? I had been meaning to replace it since getting a flat just as winter started, only to wind up endlessly run
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