What the hell were you thinking?! I yell as we turn around the corner into a smaller valley. You don't give me an answer, but I can tell you don't regret anything. I grit my teeth. You are so damn irritable. Why can't we have a relaxed evening in a bar without you picking a fight with the first person who gives you the wrong look? We pant as we turn left. I see our car in the distance. I rip the door to the passenger seat open. Get in!
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