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Chapter 11 by dangerslut dangerslut

I get into the car and...

try to relax.

It's a beautiful night. I roll the windows down and enjoy the breeze on my face.

The ride isn't long. Nothing in the city is far from anything else. Sometimes I like it. Sometimes it feels way crowded. The driver is some retired guy, who plays the radio quietly.

We pull up to bar.

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