“What’s going on?”
I pointed.
She glanced at the scratch.
Paused.
Then shrugged.
“It’s just a car,” she said.
I stared at her.
Waiting for more.
An apology.
A correction.
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“What’s going on?”
I pointed.
She glanced at the scratch.
Paused.
Then shrugged.
“It’s just a car,” she said.
I stared at her.
Waiting for more.
An apology.
A correction.
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