Ahh, the open road! The perfect place for long, contemplative silences between friends. Especially after some traumatic incident that is just too much to discuss right now. Maybe if we keep driving we can get away from it, from the memory of it, and we’ll be like new. New people in a new place. We just have to keep going!
This is actually the rare instance where we make up a story arc out of thin air, not based on any actual events in our lives. We aren’t actually on a road trip, and haven’t been on one together. We actually found the body in the park.
Do either of you actually want to go on a road trip?
How could we not?
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