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Kim drove in silence, despite everything that needed to be discussed, because her passenger had fallen asleep literally moments after she had gotten onto the interstate. He had tried to insist that he should drive, citing his superior reflexes and stamina and his extra decades of experience with automobiles as unassailable points in his favor, but of the two of them, she was less sleep deprived, less flustered, less distressed, and besides, it was her damn car.
He had grumbled about it right up to the instant he dropped off and stopped breathing, slumped against the door of her wheezy old El Camino. It was an awkwardly small car for such a tall man, and his tweed-covered knees bumped up against the dash. For the few moments he had remained upright, his head hit the ceiling.
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