Louis' POV
I looked at Kethrie,the tears finally coming to her eyes. She got into her car,started it,backed up,then pulled it into a parking o espaço seguinte to my Porche. She got out,then walked to the front. A mix between a gasp,sigh,and moan escaped her mouth. It must be bad. I walked to the back of my car and opened it. I pulled out of of my striped t-shirts,a pair of Kethrie's skinny jeans,and her zebra striped flip-flops. I shut the door and walked over to Kethrie. I looked at the front of her car and grimaced. It was dented badly,the paint chipped,some peeling off. I held out the change of...
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