The sound of the tyres screeched, as the Delorean reversed out of the drive way. “Hey Doc, we have to back up, we don’t have enough road to get to 88” Marty suggested. “Roads?, where we’re going we don’t need roads” calculated Doc, while adjusting his glasses into place. A blast of fire came out of the Delorean, as it blasted off into the future.
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