Sometimes after it rains, I pretend that the drops of water drizzling down my windshield are my servile prisoners, trying to get away. I wait until the more agile renegades come close to the bottom and almost to safety and then BAM!, along comes my wiper to sweep through and destroy them forever. Sometimes I let a lingering drop on the side make it
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...and what does that say about me?
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