The squeal of the tires on the road again did nothing to break whatever trance you are trapped in. Your tongue is heavy in your suddenly dry mouth and powerless to protest the way you know you should. Nor can you move the rest of your body as the speed the stranger is driving seems meant to break the sound barrier.
“Lucky, I found you. All sorts of weird…
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