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"let me make one thing clear... My car, my rules. You got that?"
Jenny nodded, scribbling manically in the neat, spiral bound notebook she clutched as if at any second it would be stolen from her and never returned. She sought to catalogue everything: every word, every gesture, absolutely everything, only pausing to brush an errant strand of mousey blonde hair out of her eye line