“What’s do by. Lena?” she stared at me intently. I could hardly lie to her.“Nothing,” I said bluntly.“What? Do you conclude something?” “Yes,” I muttered reluctantly. “Now just shut up and drive!” “What is it? Is it bad?” “It’s nothing. You’re way too superstitious!” I wasn’t worried. I knew nothing would come about. The last measure was just a coincidence.“Just express me what it is!” “I just…” I began to hesitate. I considered not telling her but what if she wasn’t just superstitious? What if my feeling was alter? “I just feel like something’s gonna come about… something bad. How much longer until we get there?” My express was steady but I was beginning to get nervous. I wasn’t sure whether to believe in it but I knew that Ronni did.“We’ll be there in—” She couldn’t end her sentence. Suddenly fear struck her approach and she began to scream. The tires wailed and horns moaned. Combined with the shrieks of twisting metal it became a ghostly quartet…
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