And a flat tire greets me.
A FLAT.
Dear God in heaven what else can go wrong?
Yeah, it's been a long few weeks.
Thankfully as I am stressing about affording a new tire, a thought comes to me.
I called Dad.
I was right. Daddy takes care of me -- he left a full size spare in my trunk before I left Idaho and it's there now.
Works for me.
Three days of school left.
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