His POV
The car whistled softly, my foot pressing taut against the accelerator. A cold breeze brushed against my hair, slipping in from her side of the window. The road stretched dark, illuminated only by sparse streetlights.
His POV
The car whistled softly, my foot pressing taut against the accelerator. A cold breeze brushed against my hair, slipping in from her side of the window. The road stretched dark, illuminated only by sparse streetlights.
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