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“Oliver grimaced. Not only had it broken, but the nail had been ripped off way below the level of acceptability. Fuck, did his fingertip hurt. His temple throbbed. Hitting it on a window would do that, but shit, it felt like he had a lump the size of a damn egg beside his eye.
Assessing his situation, he glanced around and sniffed. It didn’t smell like any petrol had leaked, but he wasn’t hanging around long enough to find out. Hanging. And he was, still, held in place by his seatbelt. He unclipped it, bracing for another bang to the head as he dropped to the ceiling. Annoyed beyond reasoning, he reached for the door and fumbled with the lock, expecting fate to have played games with him and trapped him inside. Thankfully, the door opened, just not enough for him to climb out. He was slim, but a size below small he was not. Even in his wildest dreams he wouldn’t fit through that gap.
With anger and frustration simmering, he clambered across the passenger seat and opened that door.
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