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"Are you guys sure you don't want a ride?" I question, Angela and Ray. They were Taz's parents. After spending just about the whole day with them, they seem like pretty chill people. "I don't mind driving y'all home. My tanks all filled up and I've got plenty of room in my car." It was only five in the afternoon, and if I dropped them off, I'd make it back to the warehouse just in time to put Ej to bed.
Ray gives me a polite smile, his looks resembling Taz. They were like twins, it's just Ray was a bit taller. "Girl, nonsense. Just cuz my eyes be blurring, don't mean I can't drive. I've been driving since this giant here, was in diapers." He says, pointing at Taz, which made him smile. "And since Martin Luther King Jr. asked me to march with him from Selma to Montgomery."
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