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Panel 1: Andrew and Sara stand on the sidewalk as a taxi pulls up. Andrew says, "A cab? I can never get one to take me --" Sara interrupts: "Ssh -- just get in."

Panel 2: They sit in the back seat with the divider between the driver and the back open. The driver asks, "Where to?" and Sara answers, "Uh -- Brooklyn."

Panel 3: She continues, "Don't worry. It's close." The driver replies, "What's 'close'?"

Panel 4: She says, "Thirty-ninth Street?" and the driver jumps in, "That's not close at all!" Andrew tries, "We'll tip well...?"

Panel 5: As they're on their way, Andrew says, "Ugh, I don't feel so good..." Sara, looking annoyed, says, "You'd better not get sick; this guy already hates us."

Panel 6: Andrew, looking off into the distance, starts, "Ugh, what am I doing with my LIFE? My eyes hurt."

Panel 7: He holds his hands over his eyes. "Agggh they burn!" Then: "I'm wasting my life."

Panel 8: He suddenly perks up, saying "That's better!" He has something small, round, and clear on his pointer finger, which he brushes onto Sara's shoulder. She says, "Is that your gross contact? What the fuck?"