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The master pushed open the fare meter and stepped on the gas pedal. The car plunged headlong into the storm.,Although it was just a trivial moment in life, I actually remembered it.,The taxi sped down the road, rain splattering across the windows. A Cantonese song played softly inside the car, but Wen Qiao was too anxious to enjoy it; she wished she could fly there herself.。