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I know I learned to drive a stick when I was a teenager, but it wasn’t hard to pull up those memories and recall how it felt to keep screwing it up.
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Thoos was still pulled over by the police, and the officer said, “so, is there something I can help you with?” Annoyed, Thoos said, “not with mere Earth tech. First thing you’d suggest for transferring my brain back would be with a scalpel.” Smiling, the officer said, “I don’t know much about that. But maybe if you told me why you were driving like a crazy woman I could help there.” Deflated, Thoos said, “meh. That’s just me trying to learn how to drive a ‘stick’?” Smiling coyly, the officer said, “oh, that’s easy. You’ll get it. There are all the rules, but in the end it’s more a matter of feel. Just think of it kinda like love.” Annoyed, Thoos said, “it feels more kinda like hate to me.” The officer leaned in and handed her his business card and said, “Keep at it. And here, call me if you want a private ‘stick’ lesson when I get off my shift. I have the whole night free.” Taking his card, Thoos said, “thank you. If only you could help me get into outer space. Grinning, the officer said, “oh, can I.”
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