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Monica gripped the steering wheel, trying to see the road in front of her. This wasn't the easiest task in the world. It had begun to snow an hour ago, and the solid sheet of white was blinding. Clenching her teeth, she ordered, "Chandler, honey, put the map down."
"The 'honey' doesn't fool me. You're pissed, aren't you?" Chandler quipped, recoiling slightly at his fiancé's anger. The road map crinkled in his hands, making more noise that she didn't need at the moment. He fiddled with it for several seconds before managing to fold it into its original size, if a bit out of order.
"Yes, I am, but I am determined not to let it get the best of me," Monica explained, as if addressing a child. "Because we're on an empty road, and it would be too easy to kill you without witnesses."
"Yup, definitely pissed," Chandler muttered to himself. Putting on a fearless face, he reminded her, "In, uh, my defense, you're the one driving."