I clench the steering wheel until my knuckles turn right, my food digging the gas pedal into the floorboard beneath my feet. I'm going 120 down the main road but I don't care. Hell.. I don't care if I get into a wreck. All I care about is getting to you. My mind flashes the last time I saw you. "I hate you." "shit.. " *I curse under my breath as I think of the last thing I said to you. No. I can't.. I can't let that be the LAST thing I say to you... I can't. I'm now going 165.
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4lanaisthebest
09/11/2024
lanaisthebest
09/11/2024
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