driven

I was at the edge of town, and then I was out­side it. I felt like I could breathe again. I’d never dri­ven so fast and I’d never felt so dangerous.

Not that it was really dan­ger­ous– I kept telling myself that. It was just the big bad world. How bad could it be?

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