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Alex
It was inline with my rotten luck of late that Josie was on time for work this morning. I’d been hoping to have my Subaru cleaned off or at least hidden before she got here. For some reason, the tentative faith she had placed in me made me feel even more humiliated to have her see the words scrawled so viciously in red paint on my car’s doors.
“Oh!” Her steps faltered when she saw the ugly, capitalized lettering spelling out ‘KILLER’ on the passenger side of my car.
Trying to put a false positive spin on it, I said, “They changed it up and wrote ‘MURDERER’ on the driver’s side.”
The sad, empathetic expression on her face told me that she saw right through my lame attempt to make light of the vandalism. When she walked over, lowered her small backpack that served as a purse to
