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Date Posted: 12:12:57 05/20/02 Mon
Author: Dominic
Subject: :|: Enter :|:



:|: Male drives in on a black McLaren F1. The car roaring loudly. The black car speeding by the gates at speeds exceeding the speed limit of 25. Dominic didn't seem to care, entering upon the race track. It was 5 in the morning, not many people were gonna be on the track. The car slowly gained speeds of 200. Shifting into sixth, useful tool in most cars. Time seemed to stand still, yet it was flying. The car whirled around the long tack, and then turning, the rear end dragged by the wind, going back, the break left untouched. Hitting 260 easily, he slowed down. Shifting into second, he slowed the car down, stopping it after a while. Seeing his friend at the end of the track he nodded a greeting as the other stared at him, not used to people speeding in to the track and racin' around at 260 miles per hour. He parks off by the side, watching as a few newbies attempted to skill their cars. He leaned against the hood, knowing if he went back, he'd sure enough kill the girl who seemed to make his life a living hell. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it. Not one to smoke cigarettes often, yet he did, once in a while. Slowly he calmed himself, thinking about the bullshit that Pink had managed to make him do. Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, Blake seemed to appear in his mind. That girl was certainly different of most past affairs of his. His was usually either one of those one-night stands, or relationships that never ended, even way past the time when he grew to hate the girl. Yet he doubted she'd come back. He'd seen shit like that happen. Actaully, she might. As that did happen with some, like Lana. But then again, Katie would have killed her if she didn't, Blake on the other hand had nothing to come back for. :|:
FUCK
:|: He remembers the envelope he had left, yet he shrugged. 250 grand here. 250 grand there. What would he spend it on anyway, another car? He had enough to fix up. And even if he didn't spend it on that, DMX would find a way to take it from him, as he always did :|:

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