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“We’re at a stoplight when Peter suddenly sits up straight and says, “Oh, shit! The Epsteins!�� I was halfway asleep. My eyes fly open and I yell, “Where? Where?�� “Red SUV! Two cars ahead on the right.�� I crane my neck to look. They are a gray-haired couple, maybe in their sixties or seventies. It’s hard to tell from this far
away. As soon as the light turns green, Peter guns it and drives up on the shoulder. I scream out, “Go go go!�� and then we’re flying past the Epsteins. My heart is racing out of control, I can’t help but lean my head out the
window and scream because it’s such a thrill. My hair whips in the wind and I know it’s going to be a tangled mess, but I couldn’t care less. “Yahhh!�� I scream. “You’re crazy,�� Peter says, pulling me back in by the hem of my shirt.”
― Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before