Vroom-vroom license.

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     Venn gripped the steering wheel tightly as he focused on the road ahead of him. His back was hunched over and he was breathing heavily, his feet tingly as they shook on the pedals.

     People were glancing his way curiously, which was understandable. He was in a driving school car, that much was noticeable by the small board on the vehicle's roof, which said 'school', and what some people were puzzled about was the lack of instructor on the passenger seat.

     Well, the instructor didn't exactly miss. He was very much present, Venn could say that much as he glanced at his lap.


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rest of short story on patreon.com/vwright , along with "Wish & Command", the last short story posted :)  

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