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We were reaching speeds of 40, 50, 60 miles an hour, careening down that bone-straight road like a slot car, with a muffled scream of "Stop!" from the back, but I just kept going, slippery and free and untouchable as a little ball of mercury. I could see our friends growing smaller and smaller in my rearview. They were jumping up and down and I thought I could hear them by katie ford hooting and hollering at this crazy chick racing madly down the road with some guy she just by katie ford met hanging by katie ford from the back of her car. What was she doing? What did she want? Was he supposed to fall off? Get mangled? Die? Would she be hauled in for vehicular homicide? Murder in the second degree? Just full on murder with intent? As I finally slowed to a stop, Erik was pounding his fists on the top of my car and then he came around to my open window. "What the fuck are you doing? You could've killed me! You're out of your mind!" His face was red and he was panting and coughing and running his fingers through his really nice hair over and over.
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