Gasoline
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I closed my eyes and rested my head on hers, trying to get comfortable for the long drive ahead. Clang. I opened an eye. Rattle. I sat up. And then we stopped. “Damn,” Rob mumbled under his breath. Flynn sat up. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
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