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takethisforexample"Are you even listening?" she asked, finally done with her tangent.
He stared down at a rock that he was kicking haphazardly between his feet. He remained silent, scraping the stone against the asphalt. Cars whizzed by on the freeway as they stood, rocking the Toyota, whose hazards blinked menacingly behind her. The orange light dimly lit his expressionless face.
"I don't even know why I brought you with me, honestly. I don't know what I fucking expected. You pull this shit all the time. You never change. I'm sick of it."
He ignored her again, this time turning slightly to the right, pressing his foot down on the rock. White marks began to form around the edges and on the pavement, and he continued to press down harder, until he could feel it through the sole of his shoe. For all he cared, she could stand in front of him forever. He knew he could remain this way indefinitely if it meant winning, whatever winning was.
"You know what? Fine. I'm done. I'm fucking done."
She walked off to the car, and started the engine. The radio was immediately silenced, and she idled for some thirty seconds before finally driving off.
The rock was becoming dull at the edges. After a few more minutes of pressure beneath his heels, it cracked into a few slaty, gray pieces. He kneeled down and stared at it for a few moments before looking at the long, straight road ahead of him. And then, after making no serious observations, he began walking.
He stared down at a rock that he was kicking haphazardly between his feet. He remained silent, scraping the stone against the asphalt. Cars whizzed by on the freeway as they stood, rocking the Toyota, whose hazards blinked menacingly behind her. The orange light dimly lit his expressionless face.
"I don't even know why I brought you with me, honestly. I don't know what I fucking expected. You pull this shit all the time. You never change. I'm sick of it."
He ignored her again, this time turning slightly to the right, pressing his foot down on the rock. White marks began to form around the edges and on the pavement, and he continued to press down harder, until he could feel it through the sole of his shoe. For all he cared, she could stand in front of him forever. He knew he could remain this way indefinitely if it meant winning, whatever winning was.
"You know what? Fine. I'm done. I'm fucking done."
She walked off to the car, and started the engine. The radio was immediately silenced, and she idled for some thirty seconds before finally driving off.
The rock was becoming dull at the edges. After a few more minutes of pressure beneath his heels, it cracked into a few slaty, gray pieces. He kneeled down and stared at it for a few moments before looking at the long, straight road ahead of him. And then, after making no serious observations, he began walking.
