
I Sold His Passenger Seat
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When I listed the SUV we’d co-financed on a used car marketplace, the buyer messaged me, asking why I was dropping the price so aggressively just to get it off my hands.
I stared at the screen, a dry, humorless smile touching my lips.
"Because of a neck pillow."
Yesterday, I was running a 102-degree fever. A vicious flu had settled deep into my chest, making my head spin and my stomach churn as I sat trapped in the passenger seat. Desperate for a few minutes of relief, I reached down to recline the seat so I could rest my eyes.





