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“Wait, wait,” Lance stood up. “You are driving to Houston.” “Yes.” “A drive that’s over thirty hours.” “Yup.” “By yourself.” “Sure seems like it.” “To clean out a storage container of your dead mother, that you have never met, that is now legally under your name.” “Correct.” Lance wondered if Keith had lost his mind. “Keith, there could be dead bodies in that storage container!” He argued. “Or a meth lab. Or worse, mannequins dressed up like dolls sat at a tea party or some weird shit like that.” Keith offered him an unimpressed blink. “I’ll be fine.” “Keith, this is insane. You can’t go by yourself!” Keith glanced at him as he shouldered his backpack. “Come with me then.” And that small, damned smirk tilted Keith’s lips as he held Lance’s gaze. “What do you think, Lance?” He asked. “2,251 miles. Think you could handle it?” Lance stopped short. Contemplated. And, well. Lance had nothing to do either. So. That’s how this all started. Two disasters drive cross-country to clean out a storage container that may have dead bodies hidden inside and, hey, maybe a bit of love as well.

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