The sight of it speaks to the feral, psychotic part of my soul that always screams out for more when it comes to shit like this. More chaos, more chase, more death, more violence. I like watching the flickering flames of the car as it burns. Staring into the heat of it all and listening to the snap and crackle and groan as the fire eats away at the SUV. I spare a thought that maybe I don’t work with fire enough. It’s chaos and violence, the most bright, wild, and beautiful thing there is. Then I look over at River, standing just a little ways away from me. I look at her blue eyes, shining in
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