I’m sure the Uber driver was relieved, after three hours with me as her passenger, hyperventilating with excruciating pain, to drop me in front of the Little Rock ER. It was early morning, maybe five or six a.m., and she still had a long drive ahead of her before she could sleep.
When There's No Such Thing as Trust
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