C173 You Deserve a Better Woman.

I was humiliated by him, so I pulled open the car door and sat in it. He followed closely behind me and said, "Your mother's things are gone?"

I turned around and snatched the box from him. Then, I pushed him out of the car and drove away.

From the rearview mirror, I could see that Fred was kicking the grass on the ground with a face full of frustration and annoyance.

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