He Threw a Coke in My Face… A Year Later, Karma Pulled Up in a Red Porsche
I thought I’d buried that memory—the ice-cold Coke dripping down my uniform, the red Porsche peeling away, Richard Blackwood’s laughter echoing behind it. But exactly one year later, when another red Porsche rolled into the parking lot and stopped outside the same window, a chill crawled down my spine. For a moment, I wondered if …
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