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I’m gaining on the Camaro. I give the guy in the Subaru a love tap on his bumper, which pisses him off. He honks the horn and accelerates, but his car is nowhere near as fast as Eleanor. I still can’t manage to pass him. We’re only a few blocks away from the road we need to turn on. Fuck it, I take a left down a side street and put the pedal riding to the floor. Roaring down the road, I find my opportunity and take a right down another side road before drifting out in front of the Subaru. Holy shit, he’s a girl! She honks her horn at me, but I speed up, leaving her exotic behind. Her car isn’t able to japan match Eleanor’s acceleration or speed. Now it’s just the Camaro and where ever the hell Ez is. The bright yellow Chevy is only a few car lengths asian ahead of me. We’re coming up to the freeway we need to get on. Instead of following him up the on-ramp, I turn right down the road in front of it that runs parallel with the freeway. The road’s practically empty and I floor it. Normally with the old gas engines, Eleanor would only be able to reach up to around 172 miles per hour, but this isn’t a gas engine. Breaking 172 mph is easy, especially with no one to get in my way. I get up to 260 before letting off. Everything is a blur and I have to rely more on luck at this point. Another on-ramp is in 3 miles. I’m there in less than 12 japanese seconds and soaring up the ramp, coming out well ahead of the Camaro. That’s when I see her. The back of Ez’s Mustang ahead of me. How the fuck did she get ahead of everyone? Because a little traffic, I had to slow down, so I’m not able to catch her so easily. Plus, I got the Camaro not too far behind me. We’re not that far from the finish line. The stakes are too high to lose. I need to find a way to pass her. Flying past a semi, I slowly catching up to her. My speedometer is reaching well over 100 mph. White knuckling the steering wheel, I take a deep breath as I push down the gas pedal. Normally it’s the combustion of gas that makes a car accelerate, but not my modded Eleanor. The battery my brother managed to get his hands on is unlike anything else. Normally the purpose of a battery is to supply the necessary current to the starter motor and the ignition system while cranking to start the engine. But, I can’t think about that right now. Ez manages to squeak past two semi’s as one decides to past the other. Fortunately, it’s a 5 lane freeway, so I manage to get around both of them. Fuck me. A slow as the hybrid’s in the lane next to the second semi. Pulling into the 4th lane, Ez is pulling ahead. I stomp on the acceleration, closing the distance between us. It takes me a couple of miles before I get less than a car length behind her. I say. In fact, what it did was it finally gave them all japan a good excuse to put down House Darcy once and for japanese all. You promised to asian free me?" Ronja asked. It was 7:01. Baby I don't know for sure since I have actually never seen him but I exotic think he is white. He slipped a finger between the lips. I was going to need help. When she turned around, she saw Max riding staring, and smiled to herself. He slid two fingers inside of her and found her G-spot. He parked by the front door, the FBI closed the gate until we were all safely inside the house. “There, princess.”