I heard the crunch first, rubber against gravel, followed by a screech and a honk. Then I saw the Range Rover barreling down my private driveway like it was the freeway. The driver, some teenager in a varsity jacket, stared at me like I was in the way. He didn’t slow down, just zipped past my garage, skirted around my …
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