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The car ruonal path through the parking lot He didn’t seem to knohich direction to turn e finally found the road

"Where are we going?" I asked

He was silent for a inia, if I can find it I think we crossed the state line a while back, but I don’t knohere we landed Not too familiar with this area, to be honest"

"Use the daure it out without it," Lia his head back and forth, like he expected soht direction with road flares and fanfare

Fivewheel, and Chubs was gloating in the backseat I leaned over the ar tolines on the flimsy, ripped paper

Liainia, Maryland, and North Carolina

"I think we’re about…here?" He pointed to a tiny dot that was surrounded by a rainbow of crisscrossed lines

"I don’t suppose Black Betty has GPS?" I said

Lia wheel He had decided ere going right "Black Betty ht and true path, but souped up, she is not"

"I told you we should have taken that Ford SUV," Chubs said

"That piece of--" Liaht himself "That box on wheels was a death trap--not to mention its transmission was shot to hell"

"So, naturally, the next choice was alot of abandoned cars The sun was shining through her s like a beacon of hope"

Chubs groaned "Why are you so weird?"

"Because my weird has to be able to cancel out your weird, Lady Cross-stitch"

"At least what I do is considered an art form," Chubs said

"Yes, in ye olde medieval Europe you would’ve been quite the catch--"