Even though it was a weekday and Colin had work the next morning, he agreed to swing by the apartment and pick Stacy up. “I can’t stay out late,” he said as Stacy climbed up into the cab of his pick-up. The truck was a ninety-something Nissan, battered black in color with tinted windows, not so much to look cool but to keep people from seeing in.
Colin kept the cab full of handyman crap—various tools, wire nuts, small snips of coaxial cable, those tiny little fittings he spent all day crimping onto jumpers at work. Stacy had to brush off the passenger seat before he sat down, knocking pennies and little sesame seeds from hamburger buns onto the floor. There was no room for his feet—a jumble of illegal cable converters spilled across the floorboard beneath the dash.
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