She felt for a lock in the dark. Coming home this late wasn’t her plan. With a low back tire and an engine constantly running hot, she had to take her time on the black, dusty road. Her carnation blue uniform shirt and tight brown ponytail had adopted a sour smell mixed with her rosy perfume, …
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