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The empty glass beer bottle made a loud thud off the road sign, enough to interrupt the flow of the retro punk song playing on the stereo; it undoubtedly shattered to pieces on the ground, but by then their car had already sped by, so nobody could confirm. “Jesus, Matt! Don’t fucking do that!” “Keep your eyes on the road, Wes; what’re you afraid of, anyway?” Wes did turn to face the road again, but his agitation remained palpable. “That you’ll get us pulled over or something. We’re not from around here, who knows how these country cops would treat us? Not to mention that I thought the entire point of this little road trip was to keep a low profile…” Matt belched, the latest beer mixing with the two others already in his belly. “Shit, dude, there’s no one around for miles, just chill, and maybe give me a little space here, while you’re at it.” “Ugh, man,” Wes wanted to lose his cool more, but also had to remind himself why they were out here to begin with. “Listen, I get why you’re