ANDREA
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Willing him to speak, to explain.
John glances to me, then back to the road, then to me again.
"Look, Andrea," he begins... "JOHN," Christophe screams as a car smashes into the side of us. My head snaps to the side so quickly I don't get a look at who it is, hitting the window with a crack. The car flips.
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