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the lexus rx9000's luxurious exhaust belched hate in every direction. i rocketed through backroads, feeling no mercy for cat ladies in toyota avalons. i swerved with terrifying intent, ironically justifying their cautious driving (though i never think of this outside of my saturday night laphroaig sessions). i hurtled around the corner, feeling the g's. massacred lamb skin kept my ass perfectly level. as i blasted past some lad taking a walk, merely inches to spare, i felt truly secure in my position as a rich, white, asshole
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