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She sat there, breathing. No blood. No fire. Just the ticking of hot metal and the vast, indifferent stars.

And then she saw it. A jackrabbit, frozen in her high beams, ears flat, eyes wide as moons. ivy wolfe high speed fun

Crack.

That’s when she found the dry lake bed. She sat there, breathing

The car stopped. Not gently. The passenger-side door caved against a buried rock, and the silence that followed was the loudest thing Ivy had ever heard. She sat there

She called the car Ghost . Because by the time you saw her, she was already gone.

No time to think. That was the point, wasn’t it?