would reach a long straight, perpetual,
time string. The sunny day,
the gray pavement, perfect afternoon.
"Three kilometers completely straight"
had heard.
Memory Speed \u200b\u200b110, 112, 114, 116, 118, 120, 122, 124 ... 148
belt is desaborchó began a beep.
The address of the newly revised car.
He slid into the back seat.
hundred forty-eight.
The newly cleaned car. One kilometer. Beep
increases its volume, his insistence, the reminder.
spent the trunk and hugged himself.
Lying together, trying to sleep.
Both. Middle
kilometer.
A beep.
hundred forty-eight.
Zero.
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