“ I wonder why… out of EVERYONE you could call, you picked me, ” she remarked, voice muffled. Five seconds after, Betty rolled out from under his car, a streak of motor oil already dotting the tip of her nose, like fairground face-paint. All that was missing is the matching whiskers for her to be the spitting image of Caramel. “ Good news is it’s no biggie to fix. I have everything with me. Bad news is that long-term, you’re going to have to get the parts removed and replaced. It happens to the best of cars. ”
Outside town limits, it’d taken her an hour to drive out to find him. The sky was crowded with clouds; it’d rain soon, she could tell. “ You so owe me one, Mantle. ” They both knew it was one she wouldn’t cash in. COME ON, this was Betty Cooper we were talking about here.
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