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It Was This or Go to PrisonChapter 2
He dismissed us then. We dressed and hurried out to the car. As we were on our way out the door he ordered me not to park my car in his driveway. He informed me that as soon as we finished moving he would have it hauled to the scrap yard since it was nothing but junk and I couldn't afford to repair it. We were silent on the ride home. I think we were both too stunned by everything that happened and everything he said to be able to think clearly. I tried not to think about the fact that my...