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snatches of occasional fried food–inspired happiness really shouldn’t be too much to ask.
Quinn wouldn’t trust Janet with a spork right now.
Cole wasn’t going to point out that was fiction. And that Romeo and Juliet hadn’t beheaded anyone with a circular saw.
This truck. It was an antique. A real slice of Americana. It had a manual transmission. She looked down between her legs and began to despair. Three. There were three pedals. “Why are there three?!” Quinn screamed into the empty cab.
