Chapter 23
Beth was going to get caught any second now, and she had no one to blame but herself. Well, at least when it happened, she wouldn't have to endure the hideous heap of scrap metal she was in. Was it possible to hate an inanimate object? Yes. Yes, it was because Beth hated the car she was currently seated in with a passion. It was hard not to. The damn thing gulped down fuel like an alcoholic with their first bottle. And just like an addict, it was never enough. Then came the features; the driver’s seat’s springs dug into her back, never allowing her to relax her posture. The air conditioner only worked when it felt generous. The dashboard had a c***k running through it like a bolt of lightning, and then there was the smell. The entire car was haunted by the previous owner’s love for ci
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