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Maybe Eric's right. Maybe we shouldn't." You forfeiting?" Joey asked dauntingly."I can't drive and blanket that large of an area at the same time, you know that!" You losing your touch?" he outright sneered. "I bet I could." Ha! You think for one moment I'd..." I said just as an idea occurred to me. "All right, smart ass. Let's make this a little more interesting. We race, but we don't stop at the end of the strip. You link with me, you blanket your side of the road, and I blanket my side. Who ever reaches Sparrow Street first wins, but only if they were blanketing the whole time. You think you can handle that? Or are you too rusty?" Come on, guys..." Eric moaned. "This is really stup..." Even if I am rusty, I can still out race AND out think you... Ready?" he snarled."Do it!" I snarled back.The link formed, and then we waited for the light to change.At the same instant, we both floored it, and I grinned victoriously as my Formula leapt ahead of him.But while I shifted, Joey caught. Other boxes were opened, each revealing their own memories. The initialplan was to mark each box with a tick or a cross to signify theirimportance, but he couldn't bring himself to etch a cross into any of theboxes."Are you nearly done up there?" his wife called up after a while.He was surprised at just how much he hated her voice now. It hadn'talways been that way of course. At first they had been madly in love, tothe point where to be apart for a day felt like a terrible torture. Thekids had changed it a little, first Angela and then David. Everythingbecame more functional at that point, with naughty weekends beingreplaced by family holidays and Marks and Spencer's meals for two beingleft on the shelf because of their impracticality. They stopped havingsex after David was born, but it was never discussed.He opened another box and found an old school uniform. A blue jumper, awhite shirt, grey trousers. He ran his hand along the buttons of theshirt, which still sat on the left, and.
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