The car pulled over. The guy behind the wheel looked barely out of his teens. He didn't ask a question; he just smirked at me, waiting for me to name my price.
"One hundred," I muttered, my voice drained.
The car pulled over. The guy behind the wheel looked barely out of his teens. He didn't ask a question; he just smirked at me, waiting for me to name my price.
"One hundred," I muttered, my voice drained.
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