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Driving the Conflict
(1st sentence + 150 words)
They finally made their escape. Ted drove fast on the dirt roads. His wife’s lips were thin and she was bracing herself against the dash. She knew better than to speak.
The two teens in the back had their earbud I.V.’s in, and were pretending not to feel the jerks of the vehicle going too fast over potholes and cornering too quickly so that branches scraped against the windows of the SUV.
“I was trying to do something nice for the family,” Ted said loudly.
“We were trying to survive the camping trip,” Ted’s daughter said.
“I’ve had it up to here with you,” Ted said, bringing his left hand up to his chin.
The car’s right side jolted downward; teeth clanged inside four skulls. Ted quickly steered out of the ditch and back onto the road, flushing red.
“OK,” Ted said. “No more camping.”
“No more camping,” his wife said.
The teens nodded vigorously.
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