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Finn drove at a speed of 70 miles per hour away from the gas station. Sadie said in the back, of course without a seatbelt, as I sat up front.

"Again, this chocolate tastes stale." I said, spitting the brown candy out of the window of the red sports car. "Not sweet like you, denim boy."

"Finn, where are we even going?" Sadie asked, chewing a piece of Trident gum in the back seat. She popped a bubble which made a loud popping sound.

"I don't know, bubblegum bitch. Wherever the road takes us." I answered for Finn, as he was about to open his mouth.

"Classic Millster, with all the nicknames here and there." Sadie chuckled, popping another bubble.

"I'm honestly not sure where we're going, but I hear this road leads to like, I don't know, the beach." Finn shrugged, smirking.

"If we do go to the beach, none of us have swimsuits." Sadie objected, loudly yelling to the front of the vehicle.

"I'm sure we can get like five dollar swimsuits at Five Below or something," Finn suggested. "No biggie."

"This is insane." I began, scrolling through some mindless post on my phone. "But I like insane."

"I actually have zero clue where this random road is taking me but I see sand so I guess I'll just keep following it." Finn said, trying to spot any road sign he could.

"I know this place. Keep going straight for a half mile and I'm pretty sure you'll be at a beach." Sadie said, loudly smacking her gum and blowing obnoxiously loud bubbles.

"Yup, thanks bubblegum bitch," I said, seeing the road sign that read 'beach ahead.'

"No problem, Millster."

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