Chapter 149

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• Eight cylinders growl to life as I turn the ignition in my mustang. I step on the clutch, spinning my tires in the low gear. It's an ominous sign, considering what I'm speeding off to do.
• The interstate is bare and lays like a wanton whore before my lecherous tires. My speed needle rises, burying itself shortly in the hollow of illegal pleasure. I want to get this over with quickly, though dying isn't on my agenda for tonight. It's been 2 years since you and I first, well, crossed the line. It became more than a friendship, and despite a heartfelt confession to my lover and orders to never see you again, you're still running through my veins these 2 years later.