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One night I got in a stranger’s car. They were the only car on Stone Way. It was three or four in the morning. She was looking for gas; I tried to tell her it was just up the road; she told me to just get in. She gave me her credit card and told me to pump her gas while she bought cigarettes. I was happy to do it. It felt like we were on a mission.

It felt altogether unreal. The streets were empty. When she pulled up to me on Stone, she was driving on the wrong side of the road, and yet it didn’t matter. There was nobody out.

She was looking for her girlfriend, who was apparently sleeping with her best friend. She drove me to their house. It was conveniently close to mine. I hopped out and walked home.