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August 10 - August 11, 2024
Cops pull over sports cars. No one pulls over repair trucks. And now I have a melting corpsicle dripping dead-guy juice in my trunk.”
The overdue library book I’d found in the front desk of the trailer—the one next to the couch where Steven slept—hadn’t been Bree’s at all.
“I love you, you idiot. No one’s saying you have to find a husband. But sometimes it’s nice to have a decent partner riding shotgun.”