secondhand memories: the novel

an on-going serial cell phone novel in English. a simple story about a high school love. one loses their memories.

Chapter 140

We sped and swerved through the narrow single lane streets like a jet, tiny houses and tiny cars flashing by. I prayed we wouldn’t hit an innocent pedestrian.

But I could swear this was the typical way a Japanese driver navigates.

Because, the buses were even worse.

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