“I don’t mind listening to my own thoughts,” I said. “Plus, I don’t really notice. I always feel like there’s so much to take in while I’m driving around here.” “I’d rather be alone with an open petri dish full of an airborne flesh-eating virus than listen to my own thoughts.” Collins sighed. “Good for you.” I laughed. “They’re that bad, huh?” She shrugged in my periphery. “I don’t know. There’re just…so many of them all the time.”
