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I don't have a car." His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot." "Angel," he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.

Becca Fitzpatrick (2013). “Silence”, p.123, Simon and Schuster
I don't have a car. His eyes sliced into mine. I walked here, I explained. I'm on foot. Angel, he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.