She replied: “Don’t die. You still owe me coffee. Also, did you eat today?”
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A faint sound broke through the wind—a metallic rhythmic tapping. Tomi followed it to the edge of the ravine. Down in the shadows, a young man was trying to climb the slick embankment, his fingers bloodied from gripping the frozen earth.
In the mid-2010s, the gig economy was exploding. Tow trucks, like Uber and TaskRabbit, were becoming unregulated lifelines. A "bad tow truck" was a metaphor for predatory capitalism—helpers who charge more for making things worse. Tomi Taylor’s "Check Up" extended that metaphor to self-care: What happens when the person you call to fix your life is also broken?