My Son Said I’d Be Taking The Bus—Until I Opened The Glovebox

need to retrieve. Would it be possible for me to come by?”

“Your son didn’t mention anything about that.”

“I know. He didn’t realize they were there. It’s just some paperwork—nothing valuable to anyone but me.”

Jason hesitated. “I haven’t gone through the glovebox yet. Been meaning to clean the car out, but haven’t gotten around to it.”

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