Screeching wheels reversed as the Dilorian drove out of the drive.”Hey Doc, we better back up, we don’t have enough road to get to 88”.Spoke Marty worryingly. Jennifer sat frozen as an ice berg ”Roads. Where we’re going we don’t need roads”.Replied Doc as he adjusted his glasses. Off they went with a blast of fire.
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