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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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