Franklin turns, glancing at the number on Marini’s football jersey. “Sixty-nine, huh?” she says, and turns away.
Does somebody understand what happened there?
And it all implies all these other unrevealed stories going on in a comical but purely authentic way. The way the cheese whiz guy wrist slaps his cards down. All the debris on the dashboard sliding back and forth when they make turns.
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