Arthur Kirkland couldn't stand America any more. Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but, really, sometimes he couldn't any more. He was driving on some interstate, I-270, (why did it have 13 lanes, for god's sake), in some American state that he probably couldn't name nor point to on a map, immensely grateful for the existence of navigational apps, else he'd be lost in the foreign country, when he suddenly felt eyes on him. - Fair warning, Alfred kinda did a creepy thing, but it isn't too bad. He was being impulsive. Based off an impulsive thought I had earlier. I hope you enjoy my terribly drawn cars. Part two pending!All Rights Reserved
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