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Laughing, Flynn finally found a way that his seat wouldn't bother him and took his hands to the steering wheel again. He wore that same gold watch, but I noticed that a small medal of Our Lady was emerging above the golden chain on his wrist. I hadn't noticed her that first time we were together, and I didn't want to ask if he was using it just now so that the saint would give him the good sense not to be thinking about sinning all the time, as I was doing with him.

Flynn started the car and a soft song with a symphony and sensual beat began to play from the point he had stopped when he turned it off, and a woman's voice began to fill the car as she sang about being going crazy for someone, wondering if the person would be the bum wine that would bring her a headache the next day or the person who would turn hatred into From the corner of my eyes, I noticed that Flynn gave me a look of inquiry, as if waiting for me to question his musical taste or if it bothered me with the lyrics of