He dropped her in the parking lot of a Shell station in Garberville, she and all her possessions, while he drove off in her car, leaving her sitting on a suitcase, smoking, waiting for a counselor from the nearby battered women's shelter to come pick her up.
Music on the radio which the attendant played:
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
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