. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel. Two hours of this, all for a
iends. The rain had plastered my hair to my face, and a deep gash on my arm from
ister, Savannah, and supposedly put Ethan, her boyfriend, in a wheelchair for life. His father, my late
er and wet denim hitting me. I spotted them in a back boot
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the music. "Three whole years she's bought it. Wiping my ass,
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