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“How much farther?”
“Only about a mile or two.”
“Which is it a mile or two miles?”
“Ten.”
“What? It’s two miles to the turnoff, and another eight miles to the house.”
“Fine. I’m going to sleep.”
“Suit yourself.”
“You act as if you don’t care.”
“Should I?”
“I suppose not.”
“You would suppose right.”
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Who are they? Where are they going? Is it a man and a woman, two men or two women? Does the one that does not care simply want silence?
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Unknown said…
It's a man and a woman and they are going to his parents' house, whom she doesn't like. She didn't even want to go along for the trip.

Great flash!
July 23, 2013 at 12:22 PM
Laurie said…
That's a scenario that sounds all too familiar!
July 23, 2013 at 4:23 PM
Red said…
It is a man and woman. She is going to pick up her child from her ex-husband's house. The disinterested party is her new husband.
xxx
August 10, 2013 at 6:59 PM
Laurie said…
Now that's a perfect fit and a glimpse into a lot of reality. xxx
August 11, 2013 at 8:41 AM
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