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Shut Up and Drive: Nouvelle Bardot Breakfast Challenge

Selyna hated eating in the car. She opened the lid to her styro- foam bowl and looked down at the eggs. “Crap,” she huffed. “I hate runny eggs.” She popped the top back onto the bowl and dug into the bag, opting instead for a biscuit.

Craig was driving like a maniac. His coffee had spilled out and was leaking down the side of the console. He was swiping at it with a handful of napkins, while leaning into the steering wheel with a handful of breakfast burrito. “Gotta get gas,” he announced.

Selyna groaned, “great.” She held on as he whipped into the raggedy convenience store lot pulling up to the pumps. She finally had a chance to take a bite.

A grease covered man jogged from the side of the building as Craig rolled down the window abandoning his mopping effort.

“Yes, Ma’am. What can I do for you today?” The man frowned, “I mean, Sir.”

Craig growled, “Just your job, squirrel. Fill it up!”

Selyna laughed, “Told you to cut your hair.”

“Eat your breakfast, and shut up,” he said flatly.

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