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The clear blue sky stretched over the desert, and on a seemingly endless highway, with a whoosh and a chorus of "Wahaha—" the laughter rang out as a silver convertible sports car sped by. Wang Yang was at the wheel, with Tom Whelan in the passenger seat. Zachary and Joshua in the back kept up a constant howl of excitement, all four dressed in casual clothes, grinning widely.
"Yang, please, go faster!" Joshua said excitedly, pounding on the car door, "Take off, take off! Don't waste this car and this road!" Wang Yang smiled, looking ahead to the open road clear of any cars, and floored the gas pedal, laughing as he said, "Guys, hold tight!" Zachary let out a "whoop," waving his arms and shouting, "Las Vegas, here we come!"
Whoosh—! The silver sports car raced forward like lightning, speeding toward the horizon.
