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He remained silent. He stormed up to his father's car, stomping his feet. I chased after him, struggling to keep up with his slow paces. What was the child's name? Is it possible to be a competitive nervous driver? "Will she going to be taking a car?" James remained still as he removed a circle of locks out his wallet and tapped a button to start the car. When the headlights flashed once, he pulled open the driver's side door and climbed inside. He shut the door behind him, indicating that he had no intention of attempting to unlock the car door for me. I sped around the automobile to the other side and snatched my own door. James braked hard before I even barely buckle up, sending the car hurtling rearward so swiftly that I nearly collided with the armrest. Trash. As we sped along th
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