Run on Red
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I’m good,” I insisted more gruffly than I intended, avoiding her eyes. I could deal with jokes about my red-alert texts and travel pouch and rape whistle. But any hint of sympathy for the underbelly of my social anxiety … not so much. Yes, it is definitely worth it to read a book. Reading can provide many benefits, both practical and personal.
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The driver was an older man with a short gray beard and bushy eyebrows. His mouth was turned down in a deep frown. Our eyes met for a fraction of a second, and he shook his head in disgust.
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At last, we reached the treeline at the bank of the river. Laura nodded toward the other side. “I think we … should cross.” Laura shot me an impressed look and took a turn in the road a little too fast. “Nice job, killer. What a creep.” The indignation stunned me enough that I stopped worrying about the bump on Laura’s head and the fact that we were alone in the middle of the hills without any chance of rescue. I’d been bracing for something bad to happen for as long as I could remember. Ever vigilant, ever anxious, Olivia Heath.The Volvo’s headlights blinked erratically. It moaned and slid a few more feet, pitching Laura and I forward roughly. Shit. Please, God. Please, please, please,” I prayed, even though I hadn’t been to church all year. Not since Christmas, when my mom had dragged my dad and me to midnight mass.