Miami drivers have long ago take the simple chore of going from one place to another and turned it into a kind of high-speed, heavily armed game of high-stakes bumper cars.

“Could this be the Apocalypse?”

“...she opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if …”

“I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?”

“...the idea of sex is no idea at all. Imagine doing those things—How can you? W…”