Could he escape his inner demons by heading into a war zone?
Mendy glanced again at the dashboard and beat an impatient staccato on his knee.
“Sorry, Mendy… this looks like the accident of the year.” Levi heaved a sigh at the unmoving chain of cars in front of them.
“Yeah, bro. No need to apologize, just thinking what to do now.”
“Now we sit. What to do when we get out of this gridlock, you mean. Wait — what’s with all the food?”
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