Once we were settled into his car, I ran my hand over the butter colored leather of the seats. "How...fancy," I muttered to myself. Tyler either didn't hear or simply chose not to acknowledge my commentary. Instead, he simply leaned back in his seat and put the car into gear, only one hand on the steering wheel. Once we pulled out of the lot, he started driving like a madman, quickly gaining speed until he was soon 25 miles over the limit. I wasn't sure about him, but I didn't fancy dying today. "Slow down, god damn it!" I all but yelled, gripping the door handle. He either didn't hear me or was ignoring me (I was bet
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