thornprick
driving. driving. I just keep driving down this endless road. I'm numb. Numb from the nothingness of passing cars, passing people. nothingless. driving driving driving and sweating and talking to the radio which has an awful lot of cheek.
Iron. Irons fists. Pounding. Pounding. His cold metal eyes stayed locked on his victim. His iron heart pounded with exhilaration.
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