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A Young Woman Spends the Night with Two Older Women After Her Car Breaks Down

“Shit, shit, shit,” I shouted, slamming the steering wheel of my old Corolla.

The last time it had conked out on me, I’d sworn I would send it to the junkyard at the first possible opportunity. But, when I came back to it in the morning, it had shuddered back to life, lulling me into a false sense of security. This time, I vowed I…