"Oh, like we're any different-" Trevor joked, jogging around to the driver's seat and leaping into the truck; making the cab bounce a little when he landed in the seat. He held his foot down on the brake, turned the key in the ignition, put the truck in reverse and released the brake, letting the truck roll back as he spun the wheel, turned the truck around, hit the brake, put it in drive and cruised out of the fields and onto the road. ((Because driving is not as simple as turning it on and pressing the gas pedal

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He fiddled with the radio until it landed on the hispanic pop station.
Trevor left it on the station just so he could exclaim, "HEH, I AINT GOT A CLUE WHAT THEY'RE GOIN' ON ABOUT."
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"Really? Well, maybe it's best that way." Ray said, "Everyone'll be dead tired when they gather back at their sites so they won't even put up a fight about who shares a tent with who."