“It’s like traveling with the
vanishing hitchhiker,” Miran said, as his hand clenched the steering wheel. He watched the traffic with a steely gaze that told Soliva he was holding something back. Wind buffeted the car out of the lane as they drove; she listened for a while in silence, absorbing the peaceful feeling of someone else being in
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I'll be online next on Sunday. You? I miss ya.
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“You’d like to ride in stranger’s cars all day long?”
Soliva looked at him, disappointed. “He moves. He exists to touch lives, to see their places. They give him kindness and he gives companionship. Nothing more. He’s surrounded by the world and is allowed to just be. It’s a beautiful way to live.“
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Do you vote? I have a feeling this is going to be a rough week.
Oh, and I haven't forgotten about the religion conversation, even though it's been a month. I'm going to think about and respond to that soon.
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