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“It’s got to be ninty degrees. I hate this weather.”
“Could be worse,” he says.
“Yeah, maybe. It could be raining. Take a left,” she says, and fiddles with the less-than-effective air-conditioning.
He grunts, both hands on the wheel, concentrating, intense.
She tries, again, to put the window down, but he’s locked the controls.
“Woah, what are you doing!”
“There was a bag in the road,” he says.
“Well, just, run it over or something.”
He shudders. She notices. But he doesn’t say anything.
“Why can’t we put the windows down?”
“Grenades.”
“Could be worse,” he says.
“Yeah, maybe. It could be raining. Take a left,” she says, and fiddles with the less-than-effective air-conditioning.
He grunts, both hands on the wheel, concentrating, intense.
She tries, again, to put the window down, but he’s locked the controls.
“Woah, what are you doing!”
“There was a bag in the road,” he says.
“Well, just, run it over or something.”
He shudders. She notices. But he doesn’t say anything.
“Why can’t we put the windows down?”
“Grenades.”
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Effective. Good call on keeping this mostly dialogue, I think.