I liked speeding. I used to do it all the time. I loved to go fast. Loved the way the wind whipped my hair into a frenzy when the windows were cracked. Loved the blur of glass and chrome as I zipped by some slowpoke in the passing lane.
I’d only been caught once, on my way to my parent’s place in Florida for Mother’s Day. I was flying along, south
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I am so glad to see you are still around these parts. I have missed you. And that you weren't claimed by an icy patch of Baltimore road!
As for lateness...yeah, this was cutting it damn close. I thought if one person needed reference help this morning I wasn't going to get it in on time. I am just busier than ever this season - working 10 hours a week more than I was, getting up earlier, so I am not up as late at night to write...ah challenges!
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It's amazing how slow those moments are.
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I love reading you too.
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