It was the big deal when I couldn't logged in. I don't know what happened. But now, I can make more chapter.
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TONY WAS right; they found a place to rest. The name is Propwash Juntion. They were in Honkers. There was many people who resting in a burnt table. They sat together, too. A bowl of Hex-Nut for Tony and a can of oils for themselves.
"Phew. Thank God I can resting," Tony said. "I though that we're gonna die."
"Almost right," Raoul added, laughing shortly. "Hey, do you bring that chip?"
"U-huh. I'll ask it to police."
There was a tow truck who looked at them—very focused to Raoul. He then drove in to near them, asking something that on his mind. "I think I know you are."
Raoul looked at him, realizing something that same with that tow truck. "Either do I."
Tony laughed. "Don't you know him? He is Raoul CaRoule—a World Grand Prix racecar!"
"Shoot! I know it!"
"Then, who're you?"
"Almost forgot-I'm Tuh Mater—"
"Tuh Mater? You mean Sir Tow Mater from Radiator Springs?"
"Just call me Mater."
"What are you doing here, detective?"
"Shoot—I'm solving the case."
"The case? About what?"
"About an air racer named Dusty that kidnapped by someone."
"That air racer was kidnapped!? Oh—my—God! Is there a police?"
"No. Two detective."
"Well, let's find them."
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His head was sick.
He felt that his mind was attacked by something. Something like a hatred-feel. But, he knew that thing was not be a true answer. It was something about compound that affected to his brain. He got headache. He wanted a sedative. So, he drove in to a room that saved the sedatives that he could drink. He was choosing Prozac. He took two pills, drinks it.
Suddenly, someone looked at him. "What's up with you?"
He was his best friend. "I'm feeling headache."
"Why do you chose Prozac?"
"It took me to be quiet from this headache."
"Well, but there is a drug for headache." That person took a bottle of capsules. "There you go. This is what did you need."
"Thanks."[]