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Title: For one more day
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May 15, 2007 |
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Steam rose from the hood. One headlamp was still working, casting a lonely beam down the muddy hill that made twinkling diamonds out of shattered glass.
Where was the driver? Was he alive? Hurt? Bleeding? Breathing? I clumsily trudged up the soaked hill, making my way to the dead piece of metal... Showed first 250 characters
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As I neared the cap I heard a faint noise.
Uhmmm?.. help me?.. is anyone out there? hello?
Completely horrified a took a few steps back. Thoughts raced through my mind. I suddenly felt sick and had to sit down. Right there next to the cap, I sat for three hours listening to the sounds of the driver emerging from the shattered windshield... Showed next 250 characters
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