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                                 𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 31, 2023. 12:21𝘱𝘮
𝖎𝖓𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌.

"No way you're not gettin' in this car."

"Watch me."

"That's long as fuck walkin' all that way."

"I've managed to keep one foot infront of the other this whole time. I think I'll be good, G."

I didn't see any need for me to get in "Central"'s friend's car, especially since it was at such an inconvenience for him. As the wind continuously pummels at me with each step I take forward, it reminded me of how dangerous the game I'm playing is.

It was February. Meaning the jacket-and-joggers combo was still far from enough. Every gush of wind felt like a snow ball in the face. Cars don't throw snow balls in my face — they'd only turn the AC on. Cars have heating. Plus I'd be home way faster than this.