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Arthur was still driving. He had yet to cause any accidents or collisions, although he'd probably killed his fair share of overconfident birds by now.
He wasn't, after all, going to stop driving because of a mad pigeon or something.
But nevermind that.
Driving around the countryside was getting to be oddly relaxing, once one got the hang of it.
[[ open to those of you currently haunting this part of England ]]
He wasn't, after all, going to stop driving because of a mad pigeon or something.
But nevermind that.
Driving around the countryside was getting to be oddly relaxing, once one got the hang of it.
[[ open to those of you currently haunting this part of England ]]
