We careened down the hill. Down.. Down.. Faster... Faster... There was nothing to stop us. We weren't sure if we wanted to be stopped. The speed was exhilarating. Our hearts were in our throats. We held tight, our knuckles white and cold against the crisp wind. Our ears roared with the speed. Our eyes were tearing... Nothing would stop us. Nothing could stop us. Not at this speed.
Except for the oak tree...
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