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nova_mythI'm home, I've been home for less than half an hour. Got my rental car and everything but that's not why I'm posting. About ten minutes after I got home I get a text, I'm assuming its my friend Ghazal. Nope. Its the tow truck driver who hauled my car in to the body shop.
He's freaking hitting on me!
The dam of shock that's kept me from being a bubbly mess of panic cracked and I had an attack of WTH!?!?!? for a few minutes.
If he texts me again, I'm calling the company. If he shows the fuck up at my door, I'm calling the police, I'm not opening the door damn it!
Freaked am I? Damn right I am. I don't need this shit right now.
He's freaking hitting on me!
The dam of shock that's kept me from being a bubbly mess of panic cracked and I had an attack of WTH!?!?!? for a few minutes.
If he texts me again, I'm calling the company. If he shows the fuck up at my door, I'm calling the police, I'm not opening the door damn it!
Freaked am I? Damn right I am. I don't need this shit right now.
