Daria
called 10:41 P.M
"Clay, I-I didn't see her. Oh god, my hands are shaking - they're covered in blood! I'm on the pavement and t-there's cops. I can't hear what he's saying Clay, oh my god."
"..."
"The girl was drunk and I'm the one who pays."
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Don't Worry
Short StoryIn which Daria sends her boyfriend, Clay, text messages in the midst of a car accident. 2017 ©singingly- all rights reserved completed: xx/xx/xx
