[She waves her hand as she says that, and a trail of lights follow, like a lit sparkler on the fourth of July.
Aww come on Dante, that thing's full of mud, why. Arlene ducks again, this time to avoid the inevitable splashback as they rattle through the trench. Despite her complaints though, she can't help laughing, pleased with the adrenaline rush despite the mess.]
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[She waves her hand as she says that, and a trail of lights follow, like a lit sparkler on the fourth of July.
Aww come on Dante, that thing's full of mud, why. Arlene ducks again, this time to avoid the inevitable splashback as they rattle through the trench. Despite her complaints though, she can't help laughing, pleased with the adrenaline rush despite the mess.]