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“Jay, how long do you think we’ll be here?” Johnathan asked, almost whining.
“D.J., why wouldn’t you let me drive?” Miranda asked.
“I don’t feel like dying today.” D.J. said gripping the steering wheel tighter at the thought of Miranda driving.
“I don’t drive that bad.” Miranda said, turning her imaginary steering wheel.
“Yeah. You’re also not a ( Read more... )

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