Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Have you ever been in a situation where something felt so good, yet felt so not good? Well, I was in that situation right now as I rode with Hawk who was wheezing past cars like it was nobody's business.   "SpongeBob," I called. "I don't know about you, but I definitely do not have a spare life at home. At least, let me call my mum and tell her a proper goodbye."   He laughed heartily at that. "Don't worry about it. I have two spare ones at home, so we're good," he chirped between chuckles, with me echoing the throaty sound.  Although, spare lives or not, I had to admit that this was by far the best car ride of my life. Well, asides the fact that every time Hawk took another turn, I was certain we were going to die. And believe me, he'd taken a lot of turns; the fact that he was go

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