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[12 Apr 2005|04:13am] |
"You're not listening" she tells me.
I grunt in return, and allow my eyes to brush her face with a cursory glance before motioning with my eyebrows for her to continue. The bugs on the windshield compete with the glare of the sun and i consider simply allowing the sedan to careen off the side of the road. I see us exploding through the guardrail and catching what would seem like a lifetime of air before rushing nose-first into a feet-over-head roll. If we were lucky, the whole car would erupt into flame.
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