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I cursed the “cheapskate” who tipped $0 on a blizzard night. Then I stepped inside his apartment and realized what he was actually buying.
The sound wasn’t a pop. It was a gunshot. My 2012 Corolla fishtailed on the black ice, slammed sideways into the concrete curb, and died.
Silence. Then the hissing of a tire deflating in the freezing dark.
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