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The surprise of dropping her rear tire into a nasty pothole had caused Jillian's adrenaline to spike enough for one day.

She could do without the tail, too.

Speeding; the road was seemingly rising to meet her. The level of fear in her gut increased to keep pace with her heart rate.

Jillian reviewed her mother's rules of the road, all of which she had broken.

With her right hand, she fished around on the floor for the cannon of mace she had thought she would never need.

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