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Predestination

Rupert Lang set out from London, it was ten minutes to eight. He meant to travel to the Midlands to be with his dad in hospital in Birmingham. Weather forecast: chance of rain. Peter Smith drove down from Penrith, he was traveling to Dover to take the channel tunnel to spend the next two weeks vacationing with his family in France. On a section of the M1 south of Birmingham a Vauxhall Vega, its driver asleep at the wheel, jumped the grassy median into the north-bound lanes and crashed headlong into a Ford Cortina. An unclaimed hotel reservation and the latest Playboy magazine fluttered to rest, side by side, on the shoulder close to exit 31.

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Date: 5/14/2012 8:56:00 AM
It just takes a moment to be over. The lack of detail leaves much to the imagination which great poetry does.
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Date: 5/3/2009 1:19:00 PM
predestination--death,never know when,reminder of sad realities-well penned
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