He kept driving up. Past the river, and the boat docks, past the post office, the high school and the pizza place. Past the small houses, straight through the big houses, and still, up they went.
"How far is this place," she asked, adding an extra drop of apathy to her already monotone voice in an attempt to mask her anxiety, which was expanding into her ribs like a moon with each and every tire rotation.
"Close."
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