THOSE WHO CONTINUE RIDING

do not temper me, mr fortescue, i'll tell you the reason why. when i strap myself to that car, and that seat belt strangles itself onto me, i wont hold back no matter what, as long as i see that finish line. you can call me all those colorful little adjectives. you and your friends, go ahead and make fun of me all you want. mock me 'till i'm breathing the color red.

i'll just continue to ride faster and faster, until the universe slows down behind me and my very existence is struggling to swallow me whole.

my good sir, if i lose my life like this, then so be it.
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in which a girl is recruited by a mafia because of her street-racing abilities