Fucking shit! Lola wouldn’t start, no matter how much he whispered his love and adoration into her ear. He pictured his ex-wife, Kelly, giving him that look only she could give and saying how she hated this car because it was just like him: classic good looks but unreliable and consumed too much gas—in Lola’s case—and Jack Daniel’s in his. Kelly drove a beige hybrid and had remarried an...
Jackfruit in a Can (Chapter 1)
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