@huugo
The silver empala had the windshield wipers on even though there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The dry squealing sound could be heard over the low rumble of my 10 year old gas engine. From my rear view mirror I could see Amazon packages stacked high against the passenger side window. An old woman sat behind the wheel. Her face showed a peacefulness that belied the fever with which she approached each new package, one potent rip every time we stopped.
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