[What the fuck indeed? Pulling out of the residential area, he keeps the lights off, the radio still a muffle really flying under the radar.]
We are, man. A hop, skip and a jump.
[Easy sounding, ain't it? Well, it takes a lot of dirt roads. A few bills too. Whatever it takes. The ride for now is street to freeway. Brown eyes are checking the mirrors.]
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We are, man. A hop, skip and a jump.
[Easy sounding, ain't it? Well, it takes a lot of dirt roads. A few bills too. Whatever it takes. The ride for now is street to freeway. Brown eyes are checking the mirrors.]
How're you feeling?