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“Do I look like I give a rat’s ass about your explanation? I don’t care if you’re running from an abusive boyfriend or froht type I’ives your sorry ass a boot even when you’re already down, so get out of my car”

“No”

The abrupt rejection surprises me into silence for a second “Yeah, that’s not acceptable Get out”

“No”

I dru hands on a woman My dad’s an asshole but even he would find that act despicable My grandmother would rise from her sickbed and beather war this girl out Worse, I think she fucking knows that

“I’ll give you a hundred bucks to get out right now”

“Ten thousand”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me Ten thousand dollars in a black satchel Small bills, non-sequential as well”

“You think I carry around ten grand in sape at her

She shrugs, still keeping her hands up to block the light—or maybe to block my view of her “Not my problem if you don’t I’m fine in the backseat of your car You’re the one antsyou the price Isn’t that the way the world works?”

That last part comes out bitter Real bitter

“Hey, Carter, so with your car?” I spin around to find Fast behindto spy on the situation I slam the car door shut