Rorcik
She was peaceful in the car next to me. I was currently cursing the poor drivers under my breath as I struggled to keep myself in the car and not fly out in a rage to rip them out and give them a taste of my mind. I forgot how much I hated driving in New York.
It took much longer than it should have; I was able to walk faster to the tunnel, getting us into Jersey. After what felt like hours and was only about forty minutes, we finally made it over the bridge and into New Jersey. The irritation didn’t leave but I relaxed as traffic thinned out when an idea struck me. She had specifically asked to see the Statue of Liberty, and I knew the state park was on the way, having visited it with my parents as a child.
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