Sunday, 1 April 2012

Drive.


Driver: On the phone   There's a hundred-thousand streets in this city. You don't need to know the route. You give me a time and a place, I give you a five minute window. Anything happens in that five minutes and I'm yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that and you're on your own. Do you understand? 
Pause 
Driver: Good. And you won't be able to reach me on this phone again.

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