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The minute of the car crash

Thoughts speed racing through my head. Engine exhaust caught in my throat. Hands gripping the steering wheel firmly. Screeching of the tires in my ears. Random papers from the glove compartment scattered about the floor. My world is skidding. I'm almost out of gas. Windshield wipers scraping without rubber. Transmission slipping. Telephone poles like a toothpick fence whizzing by. Flashing lights through the windshield. When will it stop! When will it stop! How about now?

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