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"Yes i'm fine just---uh, you have insurance?" He asked, wanting reassurance to make sure she was okay. |
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She nodded, wincing. "Fuck, have to get to work." She muttered, handing him a sticky note with her number. "Let me know details of damage. I'm gonna be late..." She said, hurrying back to her car and driving to the hospital. She nearly crashed, swerving dangerously from nausiousness |
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He looked back at the Chiron--totalled. The sticky note, red glistening off from where blood had seeped out of cuts on his hands from glass. Meeting--cancelled since he wasn't there. Shot at finishing off the year good---gone. He sighed, walking back over to the trashed piece of junk before speeding back off to the house. |
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She worked her shift, dog tired by the end. She was pulled into more work, heping out for another 4 hours before finally being able to go home. She sighed, arriving at her small apartment |
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Caden texted the number, figuring he'd just give her half a million since it was his fault. -hey, this is the guy from the wreck. just need your name so I can deposit you money- |
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She saw the text and nodded to herself, tired. -Emily Carter- |
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-alr- He texted back, depositing the money to the bank in his McLaren since the Chiron got dinged up. |
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"What the-" She muttered, looking at the number. -It's too much...- |
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-??? just added a small amount so....it's fine in my eyes- He mused, putting up an ad on Socials that he needed a person to work on his cars and keep them clean. |
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She saw the ad and immedietly texted him. -Get me outta the trauma center and I can do it- She sent, attaching the ad |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
