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... . They were on a highway somewhere between Madrid and the airport.
The hearse was playing classical music. Chopin.
"Why are we listening to this?" Mark asked, adjusting his rearview mirror.
"It is calming," Alex said, rubbing his forehead. "We need calm. We just played a war."
"I don’t want calm!" Mark shouted. "I want techno! I want noise! I scored a goal!"
"Technically," Jude said from the passenger seat, "you assisted a goal. And you ran into a post." < ...
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