a lot like gambling with my life, but damn, the adrenaline rush was wild. Jess cackled like a mad woman as we drove through the creek, splattering mud all over the doors and windows. A bump was coming up on the trail, but she didn’t slow. She put the pedal to the metal and sped up, sending us flying over the crest with all four wheels off the ground. “Jesus Christ, woman, you’re going to murder us,” I said, sliding across the seat when she wrenched the wheel hard to the left. “How am I supposed to jump if I don’t go fast?” she said, yelling over the music we had blasting from the stereo. She
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