“Woodsy.” The girl finished my sentence. “That a reward for serving time with the disabled?” She pointed to my vehicle.
I turned towards her, hands on my hips. “No. That a consolation prize for coming in second in a beauty contest?” She hadn’t been nice, but my comment was mean. What did I care though? I didn’t need to make friends anyway.
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