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‘Forty miles in six hours. That’s got to be some kind of crappy record,’ Roy grumbled.
‘Well what do you want me to do about it? I can’t go any faster.’
‘I wasn’t complaining, I was just saying . . . that’s like less than seven miles an hour. I could walk faster.’
‘You could if you want . . . I don’t mind.’
‘In this heat? You’re having a laugh, ain’t you?’
‘Do I look like I’m laughing?’
Roy said nothing. Steven glanced over, trying to work out why he’d ever agreed to give this man a lift. He still wasn’t entirely sure who he even was; just a friend of a friend, not that it mattered anymore. Still, he thought, the irritation of his unwanted passenger was at least a distraction. Roy’s never-ending tirade of bullshit was actually helping Steven forget about everything else temporari
