"When was the last time you stopped
to pick up a hitchhiker?" she asked
"I never have done did that shit," I replied. "You know why?
Because there is a subculture of people,
who wait by the roadside
to murder me. Specifically,
me."
"So,"
"why'd you stop this time?"
she asked,
with a suspicious rise
in her eyebrows
in her voice
inflected,
in her pulse
in her smile
in her eyes
and I had no choice but to realize
dammit
she was one of them!
(sighs)
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