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I grabbed my bag and reached for the keys on the counter.
That’s when Daniel cleared his throat. I turned around.
He frowned.
“Listen, you have to pay me to use my car.
$80 a day should be enough.”
I laughed, certain he was joking.
His jaw set in that way it does when he’s decided something and won’t be moved.
What he said next left me reeling.
“Well, I paid the down payment, so I paid much more for the car than you did. The car is registered under my name.
So it’s mine.”
I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. Waiting for him to crack a smile and say he was messing with me.
He didn’t.
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