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The Hitchhiker (chapter 12)

Missy got up off the couch
and walked out to the kitchen.
She knew exactly where to find the
headache pills without asking
where they were kept.

She just happened to look out
the kitchen window over the sink.
She saw somebody sleeping
in the front seat of the car.

She ran back to the livingroom.
Not paying attention to what
she was doing, she dropped the
bottle of pills on the floor.

Missy: "Cynthia, I don't mean to
freak you out, but there is
somebody sleeping in your car."

Cynthia: "Don't worry, I know who
he is."

Missy: "Are you sure?"

Cynthia: "Yes, I'm sure, I picked
him up on my way home."

Missy: "What's his name?"

Cynthia: "His name is Tony, he
got caught in the storm
and you know me..."

Missy: "I don't like seeing anybody
getting caught in a
thunder and lightning storm.
I know, I know."

Cynthia: "You took the words
right out of my mouth.
Speaking of mouth, I need to
get rid of this damn headache."

Missy: "Oh, I'm sorry,
I'll go get them."

Missy walked over to the bottle
of pills and picked them up.
I can understand why she was so
concerned.
She walked back over to me
and handed me the bottle.

Cynthia: "Thanks Missy."

Missy: "You're welcome."

July 21/2003


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