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Eileen smiled back at the two girls in the seat over. Gwen shook her head at Claire.

I think he’s butt ugly.”

You like little boys!”

I do not! I just don’t like that. That’s all.”

Please, you’re just saying that because he’s your coach.”

Gwen hopped up after that comment. Claire’s attention was on them now. Gossip could make the time go by faster.

Actually, because he’s my coach, I think it’d be hotter. Just not my type, that’s all.”

Claire went back to the window. Still cornfields.

Eileen slid her volleyball back into her seat. It jostled out into the aisle again. The roads could hardly have been said to be paved. Claire didn’t even think they’d get to the match now. She held out hope before.

Now who would you rather do-”

Gwen cut her off, “Can we please not start with the who would you rather? How old are we again?”

I’m eighteen and horny,” Eileen responded.

Next we’ll be reading license plates - well, if there were any other cars out here. Are we almost there?”

Claire pointed out the window. “I swear I can hear banjos playing.”

You’re the first cornholed, not me.”

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