This version of daddy turned, bent, and grabbed something from the litter of paperwork on the passenger side of the front seat. Beneath the dash, a twoway radio squawked once, briefly, and fell silent. He turned back to me with a long, buff-colored folder in one hand. Held it out. “This is yours.”
Source: Bag of Bones ▫𓂃
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