I hadn't known her long, so I thought it was super nice when Gemma offered me not only a much needed last minute ride to the airport, but a couple of hundred dollars contingency money as a loan. I thought the least I could do was pay for her parking, so I bought a ticket, and was just on my way back to the car when the roof collapsed. Her car split in half, spilling Gem out onto the parking structure floor, still strapped into her bucket seat, blood soaking her sweatshirt, a look of utter shock on her face.
She was sobbing between rushed breaths, clutching her ATM card to her chest.
"What's your pin number?" I asked hurriedly, afraid she was going to die before I got that money. "My what?" she spluttered blood all over her handbag. "Your pin number...I'm late for my flight!"
Finally understanding the gravity of the situation, she offered "0000..." then she breathed out red mist and passed away, before I had the chance to congratulate her on how straight gangsta her pin number is.
This is knifey, from 'the internet'.
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