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The matte arrogant car proudly
held itself on the sun kissed tarmac curb: as if it was laughing at me. Curling
and dancing through the air, a rich smell of oaky fire formed a lingering veil
over the roof. A heavy intoxicating stench of resilient powerful chemicals mixed
with earthy, thick petrol curled into the back of my mouth, its aim was to
suffocate. I had to get away.
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