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We're hitting the tunes. We're hugging the curves. It's hitting the gas. It's driving absurd. We're seeing it last. It's hitting the brakes. It's staring us down. We're getting the shakes. We're swerving around. It's gone in a rush. We're hitting the stone. It's left us in dust. We're in there alone. We're confused and hurt. We're opening doors. We're sitting on dirt. It's made us both sore. It's ruined the car. It's risked our lives. It's called her a liar. It's back on the drive. We're inside the ambulance. We're both in good shape. We're just a little tense. It's all over now. It's been a long day. We're relived at how We're both still okay. |
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