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33. Highway Flames

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The car sliced through the early afternoon light like a bullet or like a beast unleashed, the hum of the engine a deep growl in the stillness. Ryan’s hand gripped the wheel with white-knuckled intensity, eyes fixed on the road ahead. Elena sat in the passenger seat, one hand braced on the dashboard, the other resting lightly on Ryan’s thigh, her heart thudding with every sharp turn Ryan took on the open road.

The world outside blurred into green and gold streaks, sun-dappled trees rushing past
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