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Fifteen minutes later—or was it fourteen?—sixteen maybe?—the red Mustang arrived in the parking lot otherwise on time. Windows down, music loud, a single occupant, a man, who sang along to the song as if the world was his and he shouldn’t give a damn because there was only one girl in it for him.

Parking his girl—other girl, that is—Susan, her name was—that Mustang—its driver rolled the windows up, switched the music off, took the key out of the ignition, got out, backpack on back and a blue leather jacket, and yawned with his arms to the sky. [color=00aeef]“Hi!” [/color]He looked left, looked right. Spotted another guy. [i]Nice bike.[/i] 

[color=00aeef]“Did you have breakfast?”[/color] He asked Eva. [color=00aeef]“I had some peanut butter toast. Burnt it. Kinda rushin’ out this mornin’. I got this Slim Jim though.” [/color]He offered half of it to her. [color=00aeef]“Sorry, buddy.” [/color]He didn’t have enough to share with the other person. The stuff in his backpack had to be maintained.

[color=00aeef]“We ready?” [/color]Brad asked Eva happily, if cluelessly. The trees looked misty. [i]Creepy…[/i]

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