Less rubber on the rims, the lights begin to dim, cars start to flow traffic in a row. Where does everyone go? Exits here and there, stop and go. Big cars, Suv's, two seaters even a motorcycle just for me. Going so fast I can't even see, the adrenaline rushing though my veins blue lights flashing in my mirrors don't bother me I'm in a hurry to to get home to my love waiting on me.
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