"I thought we were going to walk."
"I thought so too." Grinning in his Ray-Bans and caramel leather, hand on the gearshift, he watched her. "And then I got drunk."
She reached for the handle of the mud-caked passenger door and pulled it closer, knuckles brushing a listless seat belt.
He reversed.
"I'm kidding."
"Yeah."
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