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CHAPTER 10
The confined space in the Convertible BMW has never been this suffocating. Sarah was still upset with Mike’s impulsive behavior as she gave him the silent treatment, looking outside her window, still hugging herself across her chest.
Mike couldn’t help stealing glances at Sarah, again and again. Every time he turns to look, the car slipped off-road a bit and Sarah will flinch before glaring at him, only to be winked at.
“Ok, STOP THE CAR!!!” the 5th slip was her last straw.
“What? Do you want to walk back to the wedding? Hitchhike?” Mike was serious but Sarah stuck out her tongue with a mocking face
“You going to kill me driving half asleep. I had enough sleep in the afternoon. I will drive. Stop!!!” stern little puppy she was.
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