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"More rules?" I pout "We already have a lot"

She stares at aze collides withthisa disaster Besides, it’s not Friday"

"Yeah, but there’ll be a Friday in," I look at the clock on the dashboard--nine-fourteen, "less than four days"

"Jax," she begs with her hands clasped in front of her, "please, please, pretty please don’t s complicated"

My pout deepens, but I surrender I owe her thaton this trip with ethis trip"

"I would never, ever judge you," she says, shocked "Besides, I already kno bad your rew up in"

"I’m sure it can’t be any worse than where I live now"

I think about telling her right then that I’ into the same apartment complex as her She couldn’t run away froot ho clear across the country with me

"Just proht, I swear"

"And two, you play a road gaaest with an innocent shrug

Her eyelids lower as she pinchesthe spot she pinched "What? You said we couldn’t fool around, but perverted jokes are fair gaet bored if we didn’t banter"

She doesn’t argue "We could play I Spy"

"Or twenty questions"

"No way That ga Clara McKiney?"

"Nothing" She averts her gaze to the backseat "Hey, I forgot I bought gue," I tease her as I reach for the iPod and skip to the next song "How about if we play truth, but proht?"

She sits back in her seat with a stick of gule um and pops it into her mouth "I haven’t seen her in like three years," she aze travels to the back of the Jeep where the black vase is seat belted in, just in case we hit a buht, let’s play truth But let’s " Her voice quivers as if she’s scaring herself

"Are you sure?" I check "Because we don’t even have to play a gaa a beat