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"Take a left at next light."
Shane didn't bother to glance at the passenger seat.
"We're not stopping at McDonald's."
Ilya sighed heavily. "Is a shortcut."
"What?! No it isn't."
Ilya turned sideways in his seat and glared at Shane, eyebrows raised. "Yes, it is."
"School zone in two blocks. Tim Hortons blocks lane. Light is slow."
"I grew up here."
"I live here."
Shane shook his head. He didn't turn left.
They arrived at the practice rink fifteen minutes later than planned.
Ilya was triumphant.
“Don't say it.”
“I say nothing.”
“You're saying it with your face.”
Ilya grinned.