[ There's a recoil, like a hand slapped out of the way. It smarts. She fucks to distract herself from existential loneliness, to soil her own image in the eyes of her late father, to be closer to her late father, to run away from him. But driving is removed from all that. It's pure and simple. ]
(Some rides are better than sex, that's true.)
[ It's not. It's not true. But she can play along. ]
(You ever tried a Ferrari? A 348 Spider with the hood down. Goddamn.)
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( Some rides are better than sex, that's true. )
[ It's not. It's not true. But she can play along. ]
( You ever tried a Ferrari? A 348 Spider with the hood down. Goddamn. )