Walking down the street, three cars came by. What if you jumped in front of them? One swerved, one slowed down, and in your head the third one hit its mark. The last thing the driver saw was your face, shocked and pained, eyelids low with sickened joy as the car hit. Shattered glass and tangled metal and you got up and walked home, piece of
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