drive
every night, he asks her the same question, and every night, she gives him the same answer.
but on a summer night like tonight, when she’s been pushed to the very edge of her waning patience for this fragile existence she calls a life, she’s thinking a drive is just what she needs to clear her head—even if it means getting into a car with the bane of her existence.
“I’ll drive you home with the windows down.”
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