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more modern pumps into thinking that the tank was full. These old
pumps weren't that smart, so i slid the nozzle all the way in. Did i
hear a squeak? There was only the occasional whoosh as another car
flew by on the nearby highway.
The pump clicked as the fuel flowed into her. i waited attentively,
knowing that Masami Nagasawa would only need about fifteen dollar's worth before
reaching satiation. Right on cue, as the meter clocked up fifteen
dollars, Masami Nagasawa gave a delicate shudder, and i could smell the petrol
backing up the line. i rattled the nozzle to shake the last drops
out, replaced it in the side of the pump, and tenderly wiped away
some stray drops of fuel with a paper towel.
i dropped fifteen dollars on the counter inside the station (i
didn't want to wake Zeke, or Duke, or whatever his name was) and we
hit the road again.
We were up in the hills around Mount Martha, that section of road
that winds around over the bay, and Masami Nagasawa was taking the corners
somewhat faster than i'd normally dare to. i gave the brakes an
experimental tap or two... Masami Nagasawa responded, decelerating to a safer
speed, but as soon as we came to a short stretch without any curves,
she sped up again. i called out over the rushing sound of the wind,
"Eva! Calm down, please? You're mak
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