"Then I'll crash the car and we'd both... not perish in a fiery wreck," she responded--huh. That's right. She wouldn't perish. Cool. She pushed the gas harder and merged with traffic, trying not to notice that twisting to look over her shoulder pushed his hand higher. She kind of liked it.
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Date: 2009-07-17 01:04 am (UTC)