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"Achilles, no."
"But the road is clear!"
"There are still speed limits!"
Patroclus was about to die. He wasn't exaggerating like when he'd entered Menelaus' room without knocking.
This time he was serious, and to kill him will be his boyfriend.
He clutched his hands on the dashboard, "If we die here, you won't get your license back!"


















