Love Sick
ling softly, with Hawk echoing the sound. We got into him soon after. And by him, I meant Hawk’s adopted brother, Jaguar, who was also a car. Gosh, no matter how I said it, I still sounded crazy. And soon, we were speeding into the night – Hawk Gary Moose style. Although now, I’d gotten a whole lot more used to it compared to my first experience. But my we’re going to die moments still came from time to time. Hawk, however, seemed to stare at his watch between intervals, his face set in concentration. It was almost as though he were trying to catch up with the last train to paradise or something. And don't get me started on the turns and shortcuts. I'd lived in this city my entire life,
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