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“In pitch dark/ I go walking through your landscape…”

Ember looked at the radio as Thom Yorke crooned his way through the first lines of “There There.”

“Huh. Interesting,” she said to herself.

“What’s interesting,” Asher said as he kept his eyes on the road.

“Oh, nothing. It’s just this song.”

“What about it?”

It was the song she was listening to when she broke up with her last boyfriend.That’s all. You know. No big deal. “Oh nothing.It’s a good song.”

“Oh, yeah?” He looked at the radio, shrugged, then returned his attention to the road. “I never understood it.”

“Well, that’s because you don’t listen,” Ember muttered to herself.

“What was that?” he asked. “You said I don’t listen?”

She rolled the window down to let the cool night air in.