We’re being followed by the mob.
I immediately whip out my phone and hit speed dial.
“Where are you?” Liv hears the panic in my voice.
“In a Walmart in farm country.”
“You’re in the suburbs?”
“No! REAL farm country!” I stress. “Like cows and dust bowls, and clowns and tumbleweeds.”
“Why would you go there?” Liv recoils.
“Don’t you remember the whole road trip thing we discussed when I was packing?”
“Sort of, but I was only half-listening,” Liv admits.
Truthfully, I don’t even know why I expect more. But since my life could be in imminent danger, it’s worth a shot.
“Well pay attention now, because the cops may need to trace this phone call.”
I quickly run down the condensed version of this bad reality show that is now my life, and beg Liv to rescue me. Finally, she catches on.
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