I'm not wearing a seat belt. I'm not even really sitting in a seat. Patrick's tire is taking up most of the back row, and his broken speaker takes up the other part. I'm sitting on the edge, in danger of falling. I almost blurt out, "If I die, it's all your fault!" but Pat looks tired, worn down, and i'm not sure what that line would do to him.
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& don't die kennice. i love you.
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