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The "manly" screams from Jordyn echo through the quiet streets, probably waking up citizens.

"You're gonna fucking kill us!!!" he screams, glancing over to see Brian is driving the car at over 90 on a 60-mile two-lane road.

"Wo-hooo!!" Brian yells out, giving the car a hard turn. The tires screech loudly against the broken concrete, before Brian slams on the brakes, wanting to stop to allow Jordyn to find his manhood.

"I think I figured why your parents didn't want you driving." Jordyn grips his shirt tightly, hoping the blood will begin to flow properly, as his hands and face had gone pale.

"It wasn't that bad," Brian scoffs. A loud pop makes the two men jolt, Brian letting a screech past his lips.

"Damn it," Jordyn curses, getting out of his car to look at his tires. He sees a tire beyond repair, the other three hanging on by a thread, and one of his tire rims are broken. "Fuck!" he exclaims, rubbing his face tiredly. "Help me push my car to a shop."

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