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"Can't you drive this thing any faster?" Kazuma asked impatiently, turning his head to watch his driving companion.
"You don't want me to burn her out, do you? Quit complaining, Kazuma." Kimishima directed a slight sigh of frustration at his best friend, but pressed the pedal down further…subconsciously wanting to please Kazuma.
"Even if you did it's not like you couldn't get another."
Kimishima gave Kazuma a bemused glance. "I'm not made of money, you know."
Kazuma laughed, leaning back in the jeep's bucket seat and basking in the warm sunlight.
"I know. Don't get bent out of shape, Kimishima."
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