The Night Driver

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I nearly stopped and gasped for the second time in only thirty minutes when Gabe and I left Arcane Delights, debating on Henry’s Drive-In Cafe, or The Skylark Diner again for lunch (This time, Henry’s Drive-In won the day). There, stalking right before the store and into my path, was the nightmare driver – the old man who’d almost hit us yesterday. The old man I’d dreamed about last night, as he’d taken Gabe away from me. Right before I’d woken up to the sound of a car engine revving, and Gabe’s desperate attempts to breathe.

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