02-20-2004, 11:18 PM | #11 |
Harrumph!
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You fuckin peice of shit, not now is what the man thinks as he looks at the intensifying storm. He looks over at this person in the car, "You can follow me if you want, but I don't need a ride." He started to run in the direction of the crash. Five minutes, just five god damn minutes!! He was getting so close to the wreckage it almost tortured him.
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