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“It’s fine,” she said, not looking up from her phone. “It’s probably just the gas cap.” 4.1.2 road trip
“Because it hurt too much,” Maya said quietly. “That’s why he gave us the map. He couldn’t come back here alone.” They walked in silence
“He really committed to this number,” Maya muttered, but she grabbed the brass urn from the back seat. but the heavy
“Leo & Maya. You made it. You’re not lost. You never were. Scatter me here. Then go home and fight about something stupid. Just don’t stop talking. — Dad.”