Watch Our Worlds Burn
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- Partes 11
"Go, go, go!" I yelled as we ran as fast as we could to the car. Handling herself much better under pressure, Elise hopped into the driver's seat as I sat in the passenger's seat. We breathlessly sat still in the warm car for a moment, trying to get ourselves back together as Elise turned the car on.
My mind was whirring in excitement and nervousness combined.
But I was free.
That's all that mattered.
"Hit the gas!" I commanded. She laughed and began pulling out of the parking lot.
Goodbye motherfucker.
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