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He looked at the rearview mirror in the game. In the distance, two pinpricks of white light appeared. Another car. It was gaining on him, moving at a speed the game’s physics shouldn't allow.

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From the street outside his real window, three floors down, came the distinct, rhythmic thwack-thwack of windshield wipers. And then, the long, slow crawl of a car engine idling right at the curb.

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