She held my hand as I pushed the car as fast as it could go.
The softer her touch, the harder I pressed on the gas.
“I want you to love me like you don’t want to love me no more.” I said to her as the wind slapped me in the face because I was driving a convertible at the time.
“I already do.” She said to me as the wind blew her hair back and made me think to myself “She really is the prettiest one.” but I sure as hell wasn’t going to let her know that’s what I thought.
I smiled at her and she smiled at me.
Then I ran over a skunk or something. I’m not really sure; I was driving really fast.
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