((544 MPH would get 15 miles in no time. I think maybe 418 miles would be better.))
I get up and sit with you and apologize about 4 more times to the thing. I introduce myself and fix my sweater's arms. It was 2 sizes too big. I shake hands with every one of them, except the thing, which sat there with it's arms crossed, looking at me as if I had killed its brother.

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I wipe my eyes again and spit on him.
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I gasp and look at it crossly. ((it referring to Rover.))