When we came to a red light, Marty stopped. Psycho stopped close on our tail. You could hear the big engine roaring even when it was idling. It sounded like the growl of a hungry lion. The traffic light hadn’t turned green for more than a millisecond when he hit the horn. The sudden loud blast startled me, but not Marty. I think she was expecting it.
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