“And then there were three.”, the driver, Josh, exclaimed after dropping off one of our fellows.

“Five.” I corrected him from the back seat.

“Five.”, said his girlfriend, Ginny, from the front passenger seat.

“Three.”, he insisted, looking around and seeing only himself, her, and I.

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