It is twelve-o'clock AM on Wednesday, February eighteenth, two thousand and nine. I am leaning on the window of the Osseo, Wisconsin state patrol car, staring up at the swirling snow above me. The lit cherry on the top of the car blinks blue onto the flakes and they look like confetti raining down on me. 'Congratulations' the red-gray night sky is
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...and gosh, for just being in a car accident like that... I don't know if it's weird to make a comment like this on something so serious, but...I mean...although I wouldn't wish an accident on anyone you sure as hell wrote about it beautifully.
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I am glad I'm OK too. XD;
REMIND YOU OF BACK IN THE DAY AT ALL? (the writing)
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Sounds like one of those days where you should have just not gotten out of bed in the first place. I wish we could turn back time for you.
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