“Sorry to disappoint, but my life is…highly structured, and while I wouldn’t change a lot about it most days, something happened recently that made my clear path…fuzzy.” I glance around. “Where are we anyway?” His lips lift in a triumphant smile. “Lost.” I return his grin. “I can’t say I hate it.” He traces the steering wheel with his fingers. “I have this theory that if you don’t have enough days like this, then you’re pretty much living out someone else’s expectations, which is my definition of prison.” I pause. “I know exactly what you mean by that.” He nods, gripping the wheel. “I thought
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