The fun had come to an abrupt end. Sara just refused to stop her endless whining about that damn piece of crab shell stuck in her teeth. All they could do was to sit and wait it out hoping that some passing tourist was carrying a bit of dental floss. Unlike her, they were trying to be good sports; they all acted like it was OK to just sit there and listen to her pick her teeth, like they actually did care; but it wasn’t OK, and they didn’t care. Soon they would have to ditch Sara. Levi was already lost anyway, studying the lines of a large, older woman across the street as she struggled to get out of her car. One heavy ankle was now on the ground and he knew he had to move quickly if he was to rock her world and make a few extra bucks again tonight.
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