Jo thought she hated college, but that’s nothing to how she loathes the Roadhouse.
“You dropped out,” Mom says. “What the fuck for? You were doin’ good!”
Jo shrugs, shifts from foot to foot, ankles knocking against her luggage, piled on either side of her. “I - I wasn’t doing bad,” she says.
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” Mom demands,
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