Three 

     I'm a little dizzy, riding the outside of the car like this. It's not physical. How can it be? I have no body.
     Marie hugs Tim. She kneels beside him. His shoulders slump forward. I crouch, believing this to be safer and intellectually aware that it probably doesn't matter.
     I'm on the trunk, so I bend a bit and peek inside the car. Tim's ex and the new fella are laughing and smiling. Tim sits less than a foot away from his former lover, just above but completely out of reach.
     I keep imagining a breeze in my hair as the car flies down the Broken Arrow Expressway. We exit at Harvard and take a few turns to wind up in a nice, comfy-feeling suburban neighborhood near the Universit...

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