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... away from the tunnel exit.
Droplets moved diagonally, distorted by the wipers that lazily swiped across the glass. He wasn’t in a hurry—not to get home, anyway. Too much cluttered his thoughts, and going back to a house full of people wasn’t appealing.
It was just past noon, and his mind drifted to the training he’d been doing these past few days. He might as well get the afternoon session out of the way, he decided.
Turning onto an old, uneven road that barely qualified ...
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