This in itself was not unusual. He was a good worrier, and was well known for it. They were of the usual stock standard: he worried about his family (and being a constant disappointment), and his love life (or lack thereof). He worried … The cars drove on. Raj turned around and tried to look across the ten foot gap and into the second car, but the light was bad under the canopy and he couldn't make out anything beyond the red and blue painted hood. “So, what was all … …

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