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Ding!
She peers down at the gas gauge. The yellow low fuel light is on.
No, no, no! Mr. Perkins is go
a yell at me if I’m late again. Christ, why does this have to happen to me? I wish we wouldn’t have needed to use Kelsey’s car fund to pay for some of Joe’s medical bills. But we had to. I suppose I could dip into the life insurance savings he left us and get her something. It’ll have to be safe. And cheap.