The two of you roar away.

Jump on or keep roaming, drive or ride, as it suits you. Not all of your destinations will be good ones—not the crossings your mother and I, your Papa and father, would like. You will want to speed, undoubtedly, and I’ll try not to say, “Don’t,” because that would only make you drive faster.

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