Here's that scruffy dark-haired chick sitting crosslegged and barefoot on a couch as she reads a dorky indi comic book. "I'm nearly 37 years old and I don't drive."
Victor gets just a little more relaxed, runs both of her hands through her hair. Grins that crooked grin of hers. Smalltalk is like Valium for Victor. Give her words or coffee, and watch her calm on down. "Hey, that's something. Everything in walking distance?"
"Yeah." She shakes her head. "That's really something! I mean... I can't do that. I could walk that far, but, gosh golly, I wouldn't want to take the time to."
Precisely. Usually I'm incredibly prepared for things, but it occurred to me that I have no idea how to do this, except for what I've read in driving books. Which doesn't count.
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Faster-than-light, yeah? Mine doesn't have that.
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