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“Well someone thought it would be a great idea to destroy our only way out- the bridge!” Stanley complained.
Alice took a drag off her Virginia Slims menthol cigarette with one hand as her other hand spun the steering wheel of the ’65 candy apple red Mustang Fastback furiously. Smiling wickedly as the car came to a screeching stop, she said, “The bridge was on fire.”
Taking in a deep breath as he pushed his dollar store Raybans back up the bridge of his nose, Stanley raised his voice, “Only because you planted a bomb there!”
“Sugar, it wasn’t meant to go off for another ten minutes.” Alice shifted into reverse, flashing a mischievous smile. “Guess we just have to jump it.”
“Alice, I really hate you sometimes.”