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“You’re doing great.” Adam puts a hand on my shoulder. “Just focus.” Something about his touch, or maybe his confidence in me, clears my head a little. I check the road around us and brace myself for what I’m about to do. “I have an idea. Hang on.” I jerk the car to the left, onto the wrong side of the street, straight into oncoming traffic. Zoe screams and my heart jumps into my throat, but the other cars swerve out of the way or stop before they hit us. One side of our car scrapes against another one with a shriek of metal.“Watch it!” Chris yells. The police hang back now, thrown off by my reckless move. It was a gamble, but I’d guessed that the computers inside the cars wouldn’t let them hit us. Luckily, I was right. While Chris guides me and Trent yells at me to go faster, I drive
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