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Whitney used a rideshare app to get a ride down to Bellevue. She tried not to use rideshare apps after reading a few articles about poor pay and treatment of drivers, but it seemed preferable here to a ninety minute bike ride. With a truck and a bicycle and most of her social activities within two miles of her house, it was rarely ever something she thought about anymore. However, as she waited for the driver to arrive, she started to worry whether anyone would still be out driving around the suburbs at night in case she needed a ride home. So, she texted her best friend Maria, who quickly promised to pick Whitney up if needed, but stressed that if Whitney could buy a ride, she should.
Outside, the car was a navy hybrid sedan with nothing special about it. Inside, the car was covered in pictures of famous people. Whitney looked around for something that would tie the photos together, but couldn’t find one other than their shared fame. There were athletes, singers, politicians, actors, influencers, business people, and reality stars. Dead. Alive. Good. Evil. Beloved. Hated. Whitney found her judgemental side coming out. Where was the vision? What was the thesis? Whitney hated folk art.
Should Whitney:
Outside, the car was a navy hybrid sedan with nothing special about it. Inside, the car was covered in pictures of famous people. Whitney looked around for something that would tie the photos together, but couldn’t find one other than their shared fame. There were athletes, singers, politicians, actors, influencers, business people, and reality stars. Dead. Alive. Good. Evil. Beloved. Hated. Whitney found her judgemental side coming out. Where was the vision? What was the thesis? Whitney hated folk art.
Should Whitney:
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