And suddenly, when she looks over at him, with her feet propped up on the dash and her hair a mess and her eyes bleary and blank from lack of sleep, suddenly it doesn't matter that they've driven two hundred miles, infinitely more still to go. It doesn't matter that the car smells like overheated foam rubber, or that they're on the bad side of half
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