"Hey, s'your foot actually on the gas, Rebecca? Or... are we just idling forward?" Emily grumbled, rhythmically tapping the armrest of her friend's station wagon in irritation. "'Cause we're movin' a little slow." "Really?" Rebecca asked sleepily, squinting through her unruly tangle of auburn curls. "No one's going faster than us, though." "Maybe 'cause they're all stuck behind us? Like,
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