Lonely Road

I picked up a hitchhiker on a lonely road. He was quiet, but nice. After awhile, he asked if I was afraid that he could be a serial killer.
Nah, I said: the odds that there were two unrelated serial killers in the same car on a road like this were way too remote to worry about.

“How far are you going?” he finally asked. “All the way,” I said.

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