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Paul delivered my drink and he slipped me a pill—some sort of pain pill he’d told me earlier in the truck he’d swiped from his mother. | Paul delivered my drink and he slipped me a pill—some sort of pain pill he’d told me earlier in the truck he’d swiped from his mother. | ||
“Did you take one?” I’d asked him, the guardrails cold and snow-topped, | |||
slipping past. | |||
“Do these lights look blurry to you, too?” he said, gripping the steering | |||
wheel, leaning forward to squint at the highway. | |||
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