Tara’s eyes ran over my clothes. Her mouth opened like she wanted to say something. I looked down at my clothes, too, thinking I’d spilled milk on my shirt. Nope, clean. I looked back to Tara, an eyebrow raised. Tara gave me a tense smile. “The spots in the student lot are assigned at the beginning of the year.” I shrugged. Parking on the street didn’t bother me. “Got any suggestions?” I asked, hoping to ease the tension in the room. She tilted her head, her eyes narrowed. She seemed to be thinking. “I’d try by the tennis courts on Douglas. They’re probably your best chance.” With that, Tara
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