I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница

It took six EMTs and two teachers — Mr. Varner and Coach Clapp — to shift

the van far enough away from us to bring the stretchers in. Edward

vehemently refused his, and I tried to do the same, but the traitor told

them I'd hit my head and probably had a concussion. I almost died of

humiliation when they put on the neck brace. It looked like the entire

school was there, watching soberly as they loaded me in the back of the

ambulance. Edward got to ride in the front. It was maddening.

To make matters worse, Chief Swan arrived before they could get me I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница safely

away.

"Bella!" he yelled in panic when he recognized me on the stretcher.

"I'm completely fine, Char — Dad," I sighed. "There's nothing wrong with

me."

He turned to the closest EMT for a second opinion. I tuned him out to

consider the jumble of inexplicable images churning chaotically in my

head. When they'd lifted me away from the car, I had seen the deep dent

in the tan car's bumper — a very distinct dent that fit the contours of

Edward's shoulders… as if he had braced himself against the car with

enough force to damage the metal frame…

And I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница then there was his family, looking on from the distance, with

expressions that ranged from disapproval to fury but held no hint of

concern for their brother's safety.

I tried to think of a logical solution that could explain what I had just

seen — a solution that excluded the assumption that I was insane.

Naturally, the ambulance got a police escort to the county hospital. I

felt ridiculous the whole time they were unloading me. What made it worse

was that Edward simply glided through the hospital doors under his own

power. I ground my teeth together.

They put me in the emergency room, a I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница long room with a line of beds

separated by pastel-patterned curtains. A nurse put a pressure cuff on my

arm and a thermometer under my tongue. Since no one bothered pulling the

curtain around to give me some privacy, I decided I wasn't obligated to

wear the stupid-looking neck brace anymore. When the nurse walked away, I

quickly unfastened the Velcro and threw it under the bed.

There was another flurry of hospital personnel, another stretcher brought

to the bed next to me. I recognized Tyler Crowley from my Government

class beneath the bloodstained bandages wrapped tightly around his head.

Tyler looked I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница a hundred times worse than I felt. But he was staring

anxiously at me.

"Bella, I'm so sorry!"

"I'm fine, Tyler — you look awful, are you all right?" As we spoke,

nurses began unwinding his soiled bandages, exposing a myriad of shallow

slices all over his forehead and left cheek.

He ignored me. "I thought I was going to kill you! I was going too fast,

and I hit the ice wrong…" He winced as one nurse started dabbing at his

face.

"Don't worry about it; you missed me."

"How did you get out of the way so fast? You were I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница there, and then you

were gone…"

"Umm… Edward pulled me out of the way."

He looked confused. "Who?"

"Edward Cullen — he was standing next to me." I'd always been a terrible

liar; I didn't sound convincing at all.

"Cullen? I didn't see him… wow, it was all so fast, I guess. Is he okay?"

"I think so. He's here somewhere, but they didn't make him use a

stretcher."

I knew I wasn't crazy. What had happened? There was no way to explain

away what I'd seen.

They wheeled me away then, to X-ray my head. I I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница told them there was

nothing wrong, and I was right. Not even a concussion. I asked if I could

leave, but the nurse said I had to talk to a doctor first. So I was

trapped in the ER, waiting, harassed by Tyler's constant apologies and

promises to make it up to me. No matter how many times I tried to

convince him I was fine, he continued to torment himself. Finally, I

closed my eyes and ignored him. He kept up a remorseful mumbling.

"Is she sleeping?" a musical voice asked. My eyes flew open.

Edward was standing at the foot of my I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница bed, smirking. I glared at him. It

wasn't easy — it would have been more natural to ogle.

"Hey, Edward, I'm really sorry —" Tyler began.



Edward lifted a hand to stop him.

"No blood, no foul," he said, flashing his brilliant teeth. He moved to

sit on the edge of Tyler's bed, facing me. He smirked again.

"So, what's the verdict?" he asked me.

"There's nothing wrong with me at all, but they won't let me go," I

complained. "How come you aren't strapped to a gurney like the rest of

us?"

"It's all about who I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница you know," he answered. "But don't worry, I came to

spring you."

Then a doctor walked around the corner, and my mouth fell open. He was

young, he was blond… and he was handsomer than any movie star I'd ever

seen. He was pale, though, and tired-looking, with circles under his

eyes. From Charlie's description, this had to be Edward's father.

"So, Miss Swan," Dr. Cullen said in a remarkably appealing voice, "how

are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," I said, for the last time, I hoped.

He walked to the lightboard on the wall over my head, and I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница turned it on.

"Your X-rays look good," he said. "Does your head hurt? Edward said you

hit it pretty hard."

"It's fine," I repeated with a sigh, throwing a quick scowl toward Edward.

The doctor's cool fingers probed lightly along my skull. He noticed when

I winced.

"Tender?" he asked.

"Not really." I'd had worse.

I heard a chuckle, and looked over to see Edward's patronizing smile. My

eyes narrowed.

"Well, your father is in the waiting room — you can go home with him now.

But come back if you feel dizzy or have I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница trouble with your eyesight at

all."

"Can't I go back to school?" I asked, imagining Charlie trying to be

attentive.

"Maybe you should take it easy today."

I glanced at Edward. "Does he get to go to school?"

"Someone has to spread the good news that we survived," Edward said

smugly.

"Actually," Dr. Cullen corrected, "most of the school seems to be in the

waiting room."

"Oh no," I moaned, covering my face with my hands.

Dr. Cullen raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to stay?"

"No, no!" I insisted, throwing my legs over the side of the bed and

hopping down quickly. Too I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница quickly — I staggered, and Dr. Cullen caught

me. He looked concerned.

"I'm fine," I assured him again. No need to tell him my balance problems

had nothing to do with hitting my head.

"Take some Tylenol for the pain," he suggested as he steadied me.

"It doesn't hurt that bad," I insisted.

"It sounds like you were extremely lucky," Dr. Cullen said, smiling as he

signed my chart with a flourish.

"Lucky Edward happened to be standing next to me," I amended with a hard

glance at the subject of my statement.

"Oh, well, yes," Dr. Cullen agreed, suddenly occupied I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница with the papers in

front of him. Then he looked away, at Tyler, and walked to the next bed.

My intuition flickered; the doctor was in on it.

"I'm afraid that you'll have to stay with us just a little bit longer,"

he said to Tyler, and began checking his cuts.

As soon as the doctor's back was turned, I moved to Edward's side.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I hissed under my breath. He took a

step back from me, his jaw suddenly clenched.

"Your father is waiting for you," he said through his I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница teeth.

I glanced at Dr. Cullen and Tyler.

"I'd like to speak with you alone, if you don't mind," I pressed.

He glared, and then turned his back and strode down the long room. I

nearly had to run to keep up. As soon as we turned the corner into a

short hallway, he spun around to face me.

"What do you want?" he asked, sounding annoyed. His eyes were cold.

His unfriendliness intimidated me. My words came out with less severity

than I'd intended. "You owe me an explanation," I reminded him.

"I saved your life — I I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница don't owe you anything."

I flinched back from the resentment in his voice. "You promised."

"Bella, you hit your head, you don't know what you're talking about." His

tone was cutting.

My temper flared now, and I glared defiantly at him. "There's nothing

wrong with my head."

He glared back. "What do you want from me, Bella?"

"I want to know the truth," I said. "I want to know why I'm lying for

you."

"What do you think happened?" he snapped.

It came out in a rush.

"All I know is that you weren't anywhere near me I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница — Tyler didn't see you,

either, so don't tell me I hit my head too hard. That van was going to

crush us both — and it didn't, and your hands left dents in the side of

it — and you left a dent in the other car, and you're not hurt at all —

and the van should have smashed my legs, but you were holding it up…" I

could hear how crazy it sounded, and I couldn't continue. I was so mad I

could feel the tears coming; I tried to force them back by grinding my

teeth together.

He was I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница staring at me incredulously. But his face was tense, defensive.

"You think I lifted a van off you?" His tone questioned my sanity, but it

only made me more suspicious. It was like a perfectly delivered line by a

skilled actor.

I merely nodded once, jaw tight.

"Nobody will believe that, you know." His voice held an edge of derision

now.

"I'm not going to tell anybody." I said each word slowly, carefully

controlling my anger.

Surprise flitted across his face. "Then why does it matter?"

"It matters to me," I insisted. "I don't like to lie — so there'd better

be I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница a good reason why I'm doing it."

"Can't you just thank me and get over it?"

"Thank you." I waited, fuming and expectant.

"You're not going to let it go, are you?"

"No."

"In that case… I hope you enjoy disappointment."

We scowled at each other in silence. I was the first to speak, trying to

keep myself focused. I was in danger of being distracted by his livid,

glorious face. It was like trying to stare down a destroying angel.

"Why did you even bother?" I asked frigidly.

He paused, and for a brief moment I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница his stunning face was unexpectedly

vulnerable.

"I don't know," he whispered.

And then he turned his back on me and walked away.

I was so angry, it took me a few minutes until I could move. When I could

walk, I made my way slowly to the exit at the end of the hallway.

The waiting room was more unpleasant than I'd feared. It seemed like

every face I knew in Forks was there, staring at me. Charlie rushed to my

side; I put up my hands.

"There's nothing wrong with me," I assured him sullenly. I was still

aggravated, not in I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница the mood for chitchat.

"What did the doctor say?"

"Dr. Cullen saw me, and he said I was fine and I could go home." I

sighed. Mike and Jessica and Eric were all there, beginning to converge

on us. "Let's go," I urged.

Charlie put one arm behind my back, not quite touching me, and led me to

the glass doors of the exit. I waved sheepishly at my friends, hoping to

convey that they didn't need to worry anymore. It was a huge relief— the

first time I'd ever felt that way — to get into the cruiser.

We drove I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница in silence. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I barely

knew Charlie was there. I was positive that Edward's defensive behavior

in the hall was a confirmation of the bizarre things I still could hardly

believe I'd witnessed.

When we got to the house, Charlie finally spoke.

"Um… you'll need to call Renée." He hung his head, guilty.

I was appalled. "You told Mom!"

"Sorry."

I slammed the cruiser's door a little harder than necessary on my way out.

My mom was in hysterics, of course. I had to tell her I felt fine I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница at

least thirty times before she would calm down. She begged me to come home

— forgetting the fact that home was empty at the moment — but her pleas

were easier to resist than I would have thought. I was consumed by the

mystery Edward presented. And more than a little obsessed by Edward

himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I wasn't as eager to escape Forks as I

should be, as any normal, sane person would be.

I decided I might as well go to bed early that night. Charlie continued

to watch me anxiously, and it was getting on my nerves. I stopped on my

way to grab three I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница Tylenol from the bathroom. They did help, and, as the

pain eased, I drifted to sleep.

That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Cullen.

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4. INVITATIONS

In my dream it was very dark, and what dim light there was seemed to be

radiating from Edward's skin. I couldn't see his face, just his back as

he walked away from me, leaving me in the blackness. No matter how fast I

ran, I couldn't catch up to him; no matter how loud I called, he never

turned. Troubled, I woke in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep

again for what I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница seemed like a very long time. After that, he was in my

dreams nearly every night, but always on the periphery, never within

reach.

The month that followed the accident was uneasy, tense, and, at first,

embarrassing.

To my dismay, I found myself the center of attention for the rest of that

week. Tyler Crowley was impossible, following me around, obsessed with

making amends to me somehow. I tried to convince him what I wanted more

than anything else was for him to forget all about it — especially since

nothing had actually happened to me — but he remained insistent. He

followed me between classes and sat at I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница our now-crowded lunch table. Mike

and Eric were even less friendly toward him than they were to each other,

which made me worry that I'd gained another unwelcome fan.

No one seemed concerned about Edward, though I explained over and over

that he was the hero — how he had pulled me out of the way and had nearly

been crushed, too. I tried to be convincing. Jessica, Mike, Eric, and

everyone else always commented that they hadn't even seen him there till

the van was pulled away.

I wondered to myself why no one else had seen him standing I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница so far away,

before he was suddenly, impossibly saving my life. With chagrin, I

realized the probable cause — no one else was as aware of Edward as I

always was. No one else watched him the way I did. How pitiful.

Edward was never surrounded by crowds of curious bystanders eager for his

firsthand account. People avoided him as usual. The Cullens and the Hales

sat at the same table as always, not eating, talking only among

themselves. None of them, especially Edward, glanced my way anymore.

When he sat next to me in class, as far from me as the table would I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница allow,

he seemed totally unaware of my presence. Only now and then, when his

fists would suddenly ball up — skin stretched even whiter over the bones

— did I wonder if he wasn't quite as oblivious as he appeared.

He wished he hadn't pulled me from the path of Tyler's van — there was no

other conclusion I could come to.

I wanted very much to talk to him, and the day after the accident I

tried. The last time I'd seen him, outside the ER, we'd both been so

furious. I still was angry that he wouldn't trust me with I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница the truth, even

though I was keeping my part of the bargain flawlessly. But he had in

fact saved my life, no matter how he'd done it. And, overnight, the heat

of my anger faded into awed gratitude.

He was already seated when I got to Biology, looking straight ahead. I

sat down, expecting him to turn toward me. He showed no sign that he

realized I was there.

"Hello, Edward," I said pleasantly, to show him I was going to behave

myself.

He turned his head a fraction toward me without meeting my gaze, nodded

once, and then looked the other way.

And I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница that was the last contact I'd had with him, though he was there, a

foot away from me, every day. I watched him sometimes, unable to stop

myself— from a distance, though, in the cafeteria or parking lot. I

watched as his golden eyes grew perceptibly darker day by day. But in

class I gave no more notice that he existed than he showed toward me. I

was miserable. And the dreams continued.

Despite my outright lies, the tenor of my e-mails alerted Renée to my

depression, and she called a few times, worried. I tried to convince her

it was just the weather that I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница had me down.

Mike, at least, was pleased by the obvious coolness between me and my lab

partner. I could see he'd been worried that Edward's daring rescue might

have impressed me, and he was relieved that it seemed to have the

opposite effect. He grew more confident, sitting on the edge of my table

to talk before Biology class started, ignoring Edward as completely as he

ignored us.

The snow washed away for good after that one dangerously icy day. Mike

was disappointed he'd never gotten to stage his snowball fight, but

pleased that the beach trip would soon be I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница possible. The rain continued

heavily, though, and the weeks passed.

Jessica made me aware of another event looming on the horizon — she

called the first Tuesday of March to ask my permission to invite Mike to

the girls' choice spring dance in two weeks.

"Are you sure you don't mind… you weren't planning to ask him?" she

persisted when I told her I didn't mind in the least.

"No, Jess, I'm not going," I assured her. Dancing was glaringly outside

my range of abilities.

"It will be really fun." Her attempt to convince me was halfhearted. I

suspected that Jessica enjoyed my inexplicable I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница popularity more than my

actual company.

"You have fun with Mike," I encouraged.

The next day, I was surprised that Jessica wasn't her usual gushing self

in Trig and Spanish. She was silent as she walked by my side between

classes, and I was afraid to ask her why. If Mike had turned her down, I

was the last person she would want to tell.

My fears were strengthened during lunch when Jessica sat as far from Mike

as possible, chatting animatedly with Eric. Mike was unusually quiet.

Mike was still quiet as he walked me to class, the uncomfortable look on

his I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница face a bad sign. But he didn't broach the subject until I was in my

seat and he was perched on my desk. As always, I was electrically aware

of Edward sitting close enough to touch, as distant as if he were merely

an invention of my imagination.

"So," Mike said, looking at the floor, "Jessica asked me to the spring

dance."

"That's great." I made my voice bright and enthusiastic. "You'll have a

lot of fun with Jessica."

"Well…" He floundered as he examined my smile, clearly not happy with my

response. "I told her I had to think about it I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница."

"Why would you do that?" I let disapproval color my tone, though I was

relieved he hadn't given her an absolute no.

His face was bright red as he looked down again. Pity shook my resolve.

"I was wondering if… well, if you might be planning to ask me."

I paused for a moment, hating the wave of guilt that swept through me.

But I saw, from the corner of my eye, Edward's head tilt reflexively in

my direction.

"Mike, I think you should tell her yes," I said.

"Did you already ask someone?" Did Edward notice how Mike I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница's eyes

flickered in his direction?

"No," I assured him. "I'm not going to the dance at all."

"Why not?" Mike demanded.

I didn't want to get into the safety hazards that dancing presented, so I

quickly made new plans.

"I'm going to Seattle that Saturday," I explained. I needed to get out of

town anyway — it was suddenly the perfect time to go.

"Can't you go some other weekend?"

"Sorry, no," I said. "So you shouldn't make Jess wait any longer — it's

rude."

"Yeah, you're right," he mumbled, and turned, dejected, to walk back to

his I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница seat. I closed my eyes and pressed my fingers to my temples, trying

to push the guilt and sympathy out of my head. Mr. Banner began talking.

I sighed and opened my eyes.

And Edward was staring at me curiously, that same, familiar edge of

frustration even more distinct now in his black eyes.

I stared back, surprised, expecting him to look quickly away. But instead

he continued to gaze with probing intensity into my eyes. There was no

question of me looking away. My hands started to shake.

"Mr. Cullen?" the teacher called, seeking the answer to a question that I

hadn't heard.

"The I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница Krebs Cycle," Edward answered, seeming reluctant as he turned to

look at Mr. Banner.

I looked down at my book as soon as his eyes released me, trying to find

my place. Cowardly as ever, I shifted my hair over my right shoulder to

hide my face. I couldn't believe the rush of emotion pulsing through me —

just because he'd happened to look at me for the first time in a

half-dozen weeks. I couldn't allow him to have this level of influence

over me. It was pathetic. More than pathetic, it was unhealthy.

I tried very hard not to I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница be aware of him for the rest of the hour, and,

since that was impossible, at least not to let him know that I was aware

of him. When the bell rang at last, I turned my back to him to gather my

things, expecting him to leave immediately as usual.

"Bella?" His voice shouldn't have been so familiar to me, as if I'd known

the sound of it all my life rather than for just a few short weeks.

I turned slowly, unwillingly. I didn't want to feel what I knew I would

feel when I looked at I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница his too-perfect face. My expression was wary when I

finally turned to him; his expression was unreadable. He didn't say

anything.

"What? Are you speaking to me again?" I finally asked, an unintentional

note of petulance in my voice.

His lips twitched, fighting a smile. "No, not really," he admitted.

I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly through my nose, aware that I was

gritting my teeth. He waited.

"Then what do you want, Edward?" I asked, keeping my eyes closed; it was

easier to talk to him coherently that way.

"I'm sorry." He sounded sincere. "I'm being very rude, I I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница know. But it's

better this way, really."

I opened my eyes. His face was very serious.

"I don't know what you mean," I said, my voice guarded.

"It's better if we're not friends," he explained. "Trust me."

My eyes narrowed. I'd heard that before.

"It's too bad you didn't figure that out earlier," I hissed through my

teeth. "You could have saved yourself all this regret."

"Regret?" The word, and my tone, obviously caught him off guard. "Regret

for what?"

"For not just letting that stupid van squish me."

He was astonished I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница. He stared at me in disbelief.

When he finally spoke, he almost sounded mad. "You think I regret saving

your life?"

"I know you do," I snapped.

"You don't know anything." He was definitely mad.

I turned my head sharply away from him, clenching my jaw against all the

wild accusations I wanted to hurl at him. I gathered my books together,

then stood and walked to the door. I meant to sweep dramatically out of

the room, but of course I caught the toe of my boot on the door jamb and

dropped my books. I stood there for a moment I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница, thinking about leaving

them. Then I sighed and bent to pick them up. He was there; he'd already

stacked them into a pile. He handed them to me, his face hard.

"Thank you," I said icily.

His eyes narrowed.

"You're welcome," he retorted.

I straightened up swiftly, turned away from him again, and stalked off to

Gym without looking back.

Gym was brutal. We'd moved on to basketball. My team never passed me the

ball, so that was good, but I fell down a lot. Sometimes I took people

with me. Today I was worse than usual because my head was so filled with

Edward I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница. I tried to concentrate on my feet, but he kept creeping back into

my thoughts just when I really needed my balance.

It was a relief, as always, to leave. I almost ran to the truck; there

were just so many people I wanted to avoid. The truck had suffered only

minimal damage in the accident. I'd had to replace the taillights, and if

I'd had a real paint job, I would have touched that up. Tyler's parents

had to sell their van for parts.

I almost had a stroke when I rounded the corner and saw a tall, dark

figure I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница leaning against the side of my truck. Then I realized it was just

Eric. I started walking again.

"Hey, Eric," I called.

"Hi, Bella."

"What's up?" I said as I was unlocking the door. I wasn't paying

attention to the uncomfortable edge in his voice, so his next words took

me by surprise.

"Uh, I was just wondering… if you would go to the spring dance with me?"

His voice broke on the last word.

"I thought it was girls' choice," I said, too startled to be diplomatic.

"Well, yeah," he admitted, shamefaced.

I recovered my composure and tried to make I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница my smile warm. "Thank you for

asking me, but I'm going to be in Seattle that day."

"Oh," he said. "Well, maybe next time."

"Sure," I agreed, and then bit my lip. I wouldn't want him to take that

too literally.

He slouched off, back toward the school. I heard a low chuckle.

Edward was walking past the front of my truck, looking straight forward,

his lips pressed together. I yanked the door open and jumped inside,

slamming it loudly behind me. I revved the engine deafeningly and

reversed out into the aisle. Edward was in his I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница car already, two spaces

down, sliding out smoothly in front of me, cutting me off. He stopped

there — to wait for his family; I could see the four of them walking this

way, but still by the cafeteria. I considered taking out the rear of his

shiny Volvo, but there were too many witnesses. I looked in my rearview

mirror. A line was beginning to form. Directly behind me, Tyler Crowley

was in his recently acquired used Sentra, waving. I was too aggravated to

acknowledge him.

While I was sitting there, looking everywhere but at the car in front of

me, I heard a knock on my I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason 4 страница passenger side window. I looked over; it was

Tyler. I glanced back in my rearview mirror, confused. His car was still

running, the door left open. I leaned across the cab to crank the window

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