The man behind the wheel of the hounded car kept wiping his mouth every time he glanced at the rearview mirror. Normal passage of time had ceased to exist for him. His hands were a blur of action trying to control the steering wheel and the weight of the stolen Chevy Impala through sharp turns executed over and around city curbs.copyright protection14ＰＥＮＡＮＡE6EMwwBR4n
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