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"I can't do anything anymore," he texted to her.
"Baby..." she texted back.
He could almost hear her voice back through the screen to him. It comforted him.
"Help me."
"Baby..."
"What should I do?"
"Breathe."
"Okay."
He was sitting in his car. He had rented an older car - the kind you still had to drive. There was no network connectivity built into the car. He had locked himself out.
"We're in the middle of fucking Indiana," he mumbled. "They'll fucking lynch me here."
He put on his headphones and began to listen to some EDM. His watch felt his pulse slowing.
"You doing okay there?" she texted to him.
"Yea."
He searched his Maps App. There was a car shop just half a mile down the road.
"Fucking unbelievable."
He left his old roadster locked by the side and began to walk down the highway.
"Baby..." she texted back.
He could almost hear her voice back through the screen to him. It comforted him.
"Help me."
"Baby..."
"What should I do?"
"Breathe."
"Okay."
He was sitting in his car. He had rented an older car - the kind you still had to drive. There was no network connectivity built into the car. He had locked himself out.
"We're in the middle of fucking Indiana," he mumbled. "They'll fucking lynch me here."
He put on his headphones and began to listen to some EDM. His watch felt his pulse slowing.
"You doing okay there?" she texted to him.
"Yea."
He searched his Maps App. There was a car shop just half a mile down the road.
"Fucking unbelievable."
He left his old roadster locked by the side and began to walk down the highway.