A woman steps out of the shadows in front of my car. I stop and at first I think she wants to get in, but she’s arguing with a man who is walking a few steps behind her. I recognize the situation. He’s always just a few paces behind. Then the woman on the radio asks “when were you late for a party? Maybe you were caught in a storm or your train was late? Call in or text us on blahblahblah”. But I don’t.
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