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We stopped a yellow cab at the hospital's exit.
Minutes into driving, I got sick of how slow the driver was. Someone who was jogging alongside the vehicle could have overtaken us. I instantly felt like jumping to the front seat to displace him and handle the wheels myself.
I miss my baby Ferrari. What was the essence of driving when you couldn't even feel the rush of the wind on your face?
Despite this sad stuff, though, we drove in comfortable silence, something I considered a blessing. I mean, Elle's mum wasn't talking to me. Her mouth wasn't moving. I wished we could be this way till we reached their house, or until Elle and I switched back our bodies. I don't like that woman.
Currently, in the cab, Elle sat in the space between us and rested her head on her mum's shoulders. I l
