Strange things had happened she thought. But when her car suddenly ran out of gas in front of what looked like a strip club, Bree didn't want to take it as a sign. She needed a real job, the single mom has two more hours before she has to pick up Hazel from daycare."Missy, you can't park here," the big man with a thick mustache that looked like it was making a comeback from the seventies warned Bree."I don't intend to, it ran out of gas, I..." Bree pressed down the window button to let the man hear her better."Well, you can park it here," the man cut her words and repeated his statement with a stronger volume as if Bree didn't hear him the first time around.Oh god... she said on the inside.Suddenly all the stress from the last couple of days came rushing down, her chest heaved and her eyes started to get blurry.Oh god, not now... her inner voice once again replays the words."Dude, Elvis, it's not even noon and you're making a beautiful woman cry already. Not cool man..." a man w
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