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Eighty-one
The car wheezed down the road, the only thing that was stopping it being the traffic lights. Anelia occasionally looked at Dexter behind the steering wheel, unsure of whether to say something to him to do away with the suffocating silence or not.
After a while, she decided that it was best to talk to him. She turned so that she was really looking at him but seconds passed and she still couldn’t muster up the courage. With a pout of her lips, she looked away and sealed her lips.
“It looks like you have something to say,” Dexter observed, briefly looking her way before focusing back on the road. Anelia twisted her mouth and shifted in her seat. “No, I don’t,” she muttered, looking out the window. “Turn right here,” she instructed, referring to the street that would lead to Celine’s home.
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