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Six Hours, No Space

Six hours on the road, and his composure is wearing thin.

Two families squeeze into one SUV, luggage fills every gap, and you end up on your childhood friend Dane's lap. Six hours remain, and his brother has already decided the back row is the best entertainment. Your mother passes snacks, your father drives, and Dane quietly asks if you are comfortable. The closeness you once laughed away is getting harder to overlook.