“Fis loc tis lok quidly forgtley.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You said something. What did you say?”

“Never mind.”

“Come on. You can’t say something and then when I say ‘what?’ say ‘nevermind.’ You can’t do that.”

“I can so.”

“I just didn’t hear you, ok?”

“Fine. Whatever.”

“Don’t be like that.”

“I’ll be like however I want.”

“Come on.”

“Shut it.”

“No. I’m serious. What did you say?”

“I said nothing, ok?”

“You didn’t say nothing. It was at least seven syllables. And you mumbled, so I didn’t hear.”

“I do not mumble, Ok? I don’t mumble. And oddly enough, it doesn’t matter now, and I wasn’t even talking to you anyway, so shut up about it. I’m not going to repeat myself.”

“Yes, you are. Come on. Tell me what you said. And how could you be not talking to me? I’m the only other person in the car. Tell me.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop the car and kick you out? Because I will.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“Cranky-butt.”

“Fine. Ok? Fine. I said ‘Feels like this life is a forgery.’ Happy now?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. Can we just drive now?”

“Absolutely.”

– silence –
“Turn here.”