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egghead
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A smooth, charming yet incomprehensible voice choked out from the radio, straining to be heard over the sound of static and white noise.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, this is your host--*bzzzt!* Welcoming you all to--*bzzzzt!* radio. It is about 10 o'clock and looks like another rainy night, hope you're all bundled up at home with that special someone. For you lovebirds out there, let's start off tonight with that sweet Sinatra sound."
As soon as a love song sputtered from the speakers, Glen slammed his hand on one of the radio's knobs, shutting it off before he could start feeling too lonely.
Heaving a sigh at the silence, his half-lidded eyes returned to the dusty strip of road in front of him. He didn't know what the man on the radio was talking about; there was no rain out here, not on a dark desert highway.
Squeezing the cracking leather of the steering wheel, he was surprised (and a little proud) that his beat-up old car even made it this far into the journey. He had no idea where he was, or how long he had been driving, but none of that mattered when there were more important things to wonder, like whether it was a hitchhiker or a cactus on the side of the road up ahead.
Squinting at the dark figure, Glen unknowingly eased his pressure on the gas petal and felt the vehicle slow to a crawl. Half of his brain wrestled with the other, one arguing to keep driving while the other told him to be a good person and pick up a complete stranger and possible serial killer.
Pulling up beside the hitchhiker, the latter part of his head had won him over. Reaching awkwardly over a pile of crumpled up fast food bags and dirty clothes to crank the window open, he stammered out in his best good person voice.
"N-need a ride?"
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