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She grasped it fro pasther lips sealed "Thanks a bunch"

I followed her out the door to her used red Dodge Dakota truck The fact that this girl drove this kind of car rin "Nice ride"

"Thanks It wasover before quickly clearing "Died, I took it over Saveseverywhere"

"I’ into the truck "Uripping the steering wheel

I couldn’t help thinking that I wished it had been my dad and not hers--seemed like she really missed her father, probably even had a decent relationship with him Didn’t see sense

Then I felt guilty even wishing one

"Sounds like you guys were close," I said, wondering what the hell that even felt like

"Very" She sighed "He was a photographer, too I also inherited his Hasselblad 500C/M, which is what I’ to use to shoot this project"

She lifted up this cool vintage-looking black ca on the seat between us that was shaped like a square and had a turn handle I presuhtI know," she said hat sounded liked awe in her voice "You should have seen soood"

"That’s really cooland special," I said, as she put the car in drive and pulled out of the lot "It also helps explain some of your tattoos"

She nodded "Got any ink on you, Square?"

"Nah" I stared down at her forear at her smooth flesh in between all the colorful artwork

When she lifted her arm to turn the wheel and head toward the freeway, I snapped out of it "How does your dad’s caital calance "There’s no comparison It uses one-twenty file quality is sweet"