It hadn't been as hard as she thought to find a job; once she'd showed her skill, some used-car place had given her a job on the spot. She jiffied up cars right quick. Her boss was a womanizer, and somehow still managed to manage making sexist comments when she was all covered in grease. Sure, none of the cars actually flew, and there was very little else they did, but Kaylee's work at fixing them allowed them to be sold for higher prices, which she supposed was good for business.
She did a double-take at a man looking at the cars. "Wash!" she yelled. "Wash, is that you?"
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