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I sentence you to death for turning my life into a soap opera cliche. for stepping on my dreams.
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There's something majestic about sliding that shifter into first, having the back tires grip the ground, the tires peel back and shoot off like a rubber band zipping you along, your car rising off the ground, you cant make out what's going past you, you just know... I'm going fast... And no... You're Ricer can't do this. 
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