When I was a kid, I used to make my dad chase me with his car down my grandmother’s driveway. He would drive slow enough as to not run me over, but kept close enough so that I could still feel the fear of being chased by a car. That’s kind of how I see my life now. Except I’m the car, and young Maddie is the personification of my dreams. I’m chasing them and even though they are trying to run away, they’re still within my grasp. If I want them, all I have to do is floor it.
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