When ever I'm on the highway I think of crashing. I think of crashing in a purely speculative manner, the same way people think of how they'd most like to die. I wounder what it would be like to be sideswiped by a car, to be plastered against my seat as the car spun through three lanes of traffic, finally impacting against a metal guardrail, where
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