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Angela
It was hard not to laugh at Braun as he was folded into my car. Even with the passenger seat back as far as it could go, he had to scrunch down so his head wouldn’t hit, but then his knees were practically in his nose.
“We’re almost there,” I told him, driving down the main drag toward the nearest beach.
He only gave a grunt of reply.
It wasn’t the weekend, so it wasn’t too busy. While I usually drove with the music blasting, I turned it down so it wasn’t too distracting. By the look on Braun’s face when he’d first gotten into my car the other day, he wasn’t really into Earth tunes.
My cell chimed, indicating a text.
“Will you get that?” I pointed to the center console where I’d set my phone. He’d said Earth was primitive in comparison to space, so I took a guess he could f
