Susan felt tense; the seventy-mile drive from Montgomery had knotted her shoulders, cramped her legs, and she longed for a good jog. The small car, an Accord, was a gas-saver, but left much to be desired in the way of comfort. She stared at the bleak interstate highway ahead, a steady stream of late afternoon traffic heading home from the city.
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