Collision Carnage
It’s too late—I’m not letting anything get in my way. I stomp on the pedal and the wheels scream and she’s closer closer closer
The jalopy crumples around her like a can of beer and we’re both tossing and turning over the concrete and I’m smashed up against the roof and oh shit we’re spinning towards a gas station and the cigarette lighter’s blowing sparks and—
Boom.
End
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