The gasoline flowing through the pump made a high-pitched sound, as if the screaming of my family was still… — Chris Cleave
The gasoline flowing through the pump made a high-pitched sound, as if the screaming of my family was still dissolved in it. The nozzle of the gasoline hose went right inside the fuel tank of Sarah’s car, so that the transfer of the fluid was hidden.
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