“678,” you say, eyes bright. I watch as the red car rushes by. I take a sip of my milkshake, you made me get strawberry flavour, your favourite. I like vanilla, myself. “679,” I say, as another car passes by, causing your hair to go flying. You giggle and push it back into place. I laugh, taking another sip of my milkshake. I pretend not to like it, but I really do. It’s grown on me. “Are you finished?” You ask timidly, looking away from me. I laugh again. “Here,” I pass the remainder of my milkshake to you. You try to sip some and frown, “Hey! There isn’t any left,” You whine. I smile. “680,” I point out as a green car passes us. You stare at me with pleading eyes, “You want another?” You nodded, smiling. I laugh again and give you a few dollars. “Yay!” You exclaim, childishly. You give me a peck on the lips before standing up, walking across the road to the store. I hear the familiar hum of an engine, approaching quickly. “Hey-” I yell, jumping up. A horrible crunching sound follows and I watch as you are flung underneath the speeding wheels of a car. I guess that’s 681.
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