Stayc's Play: A story in three parts

[lzrmcdoogal]

“This traffic is ri-donkey-lous,” Doug muttered.  Cars crept bumper to bumper along Route 95.

“Roll down the window,” Jeff said, squinting into the bright sun before them.  “I think I hear sirens.”
            “Me too,” Brian said, leaning forward from the back seat of the Mustang.  They were his first words in so much time.

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[burninatinstayc]

There are no words to describe my confusion.

[mightythor84]

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