The Getaway waits for me,
Her silver paint glinting dully in the
Faint gray light.
Her engine growls to life at my trembling touch.
Her tires squeal
like the taunting voice of my peers.
A screeching, wordless speech and
Burning rubber eggs me on,
Pushing my right foot down
As I race towards escape.
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