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The song’s real melody bled in now—a gentle, distorted guitar. Mira’s voice grew softer, almost a whisper.

“You always said I drove too fast. Remember? You’d grab the ‘oh-shit’ handle every time I took a corner. You’d say, ‘Mira, the road doesn’t owe you anything.’” the ride m4p

He smiled. A small, broken, real smile.