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Trying to Try a Different Route

When I leave this clinic I must drive north Not south South goes past a high school Which will be letting out upon my arrival All I need is to be driving in the middle of a bunch of teens who drive like Indianapolis 500 race car drivers Playing chicken, honking, flirting, There is also road construction which means waiting. I have been waiting in this clinic for over an hour. I hate waiting! Head north I tell myself. Head north. Head north. Head north. My car automatically heads south.

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