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Post by rachel marie sand on Aug 27, 2010 20:35:13 GMT -5
Rachel was a woman of her word, so the next morning, she was at the jail, his cash tucked gently in her back pocket. She'd looked at it all for a long time at home. She'd never seen so much money at once. Well, not in such large bills if she had... She and her dad had a bank account, one that was used over most of the country, so they could buy on debit cards. But it wasn't like she'd ever been rich. She wore the same ten outfits and mixed and matched, they could keep the trailer and the bike in good condition, buy medicine and see doctors. But they were pretty healthy, so that rarely came up.
In any case, she was leaning against the wall near the desk he would have his wallet and such returned, thumbs through her belt loops, one foot against the wall, her knee bent. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, Rachel never cared much about silly things like her hair.
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