In The Backseat Of My Car

` DOMINIC`

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She did not move a single inch.

She stood planted on the cracked concrete of the sidewalk outside the run-down free clinic, glaring at my tinted window as though I was something vile that needed to be scraped off the bottom of her cheap sneakers. The autumn wind battered her small frame, but she held her ground. Her