The Point

Kyle was right, he hadn't stopped talking from the minute he got in the car.  His chattering

was incessant, and his voice was one of a high pitch, it reminded me of those whistles that

only small dogs could hear.  Fortunately, he had to pee so we stopped outside the local

McDonald's and got some respite while he relieved his bladder.  Ordinarily, I'd be

reluctant to park at a local fast food place with someone stuffed in our trunk, but the place

was pretty empty and the guy was pretty unconscious, so I thought we were safe.  Kyle





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