the Lyft app on my phone. We are traveling at 45mph. The car vanishes around me as if it never was. I am hurtling down the street at my previous velocity. I shift my weight subtly forward in midair, pointing the heels of my Blundstone boots toward the ground. I skid to a stop, leaving a trail of hot rubber smoke behind me. As I decelerate to walking speed, I stride off without missing a step.
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