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she must be dead

a supernatural force must have saved the reckless driver the Ford she was maneuvering is scrunched in three ways everyone who saw the auto said “the driver must be dead” she is not dead she has hitchhiked home to get the keys to her husband’s truck she is driving to work in it I know because this walking talking miracle who survived is me

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