| | Rumbling growls pour over the country side. The birds do not fly off, rather they brace themselves to the branches as a corvette blazes by. Blue as the night itself. Two glowing orbs cut through the crisp air. Leaving a vicious trail of dust. One might mistake this growling beauty for a ghost, but ghost don't have engines. Gravel is tossed on a fence with a sharp turn. A loud roar and the road gives way to the ghost, " ____, are you there?" You whisper.
8:12 April 22, 2005.
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