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Tracy and Pablo are walking Tracy's dog Maximilliano down Howard street, discussing books, movies, and life in general. It was their first date.
"I really like you," says Tracy.
"I really like you, too," replies Pablo.
"Woof," barks Maximilliano.
Tracy and Pablo are now walking hand in hand, slowly passing by each store. Suddenly, thousands of screaming people and many beeping horns invade the semi-silence of Hibbing.
"What's wrong," screams Tracy.
As Pablo turns to answer, a car spins around the nearest corner, a blonde haired girl in the drivers seat, smiles and waves to a passing peer. It appears to be Brooke. Not paying attention to her surroundings, she drives on the sidewalk for nearly a block, striking Pablo and also Maximilliano bringing them to the ground, and running them both over afterwards.
"Nooooo!!!!!!!!" yells Tracy.

Tracy woke up a second later. It was just a dream. Good thing Brooke doesn't take driver's training until April. Look out, pedestrians!





Ooh, look! It's my birthday present to me! I'm so happy!
(-cough- what a nerd)