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“Yoyo, I know that insurance companies don’t want you to admit fault, but Jesus Christ!”
The passenger door opens and the woman exits…Yoyo’s? car. She’s shorter, shiny brown hair up in a ponytail and black scrubs slightly wrinkled. In contrast to the first woman’s serious, slightly scowling expression, this woman looks as if she’s trying desperately not to laugh as she holds out what seems to be a paper proof of insurance card.
“Here, I got it from her glovebox. I’m Trinity. The one that totaled your car is Yolanda Garcia.”
Yolanda whips her head over to glower at Trinity as she scoffs out, “Excuse me?”
“Sorry, Doctor Yolanda Garcia.”
“You know that’s not what I’m referring to,” mutters Yolanda.
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Garcia hits the brand new surgical intern's car. Naturally, Santos has to spread the news.