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I jump into the truck very unladylike. He chuckles. I really like Steve. When I first met him, I was terrified of him. He rarely talked but watched everything. Over the last few years, he’s become more relaxed and talks to me, though sometimes it sounds like he’s barking orders. I’m not terrified of him anymore, but I sense an underlying danger in him like he holds it in check. He drives me back to my house. “Thanks for the ride and understanding,” I tell him.”


