What I Saw in the Back Seat
What I Saw in the Back Seat The car smelled like pine needles and old cigarettes. I was in the back seat, which is where I've been most of my life since Bethlehem closed, and I was trying not to take up too much space. Not that there was much space to take up -- the car was a ride-share thing, a guy with a Prius and an app on his phone, and the only other passenger was a young girl in the front...
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