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Blood Alley

I don’t want to take fast two lane highway from Central Valley to coast but it’s only way there. I really don’t have to go but need to relax at concert with friends who introduce me to lady I decide is no fun and not to stay. Highway back is no worse late on clear night but I’m occasionally buffeted by big wind trucks. Far away I watch car lights getting bigger too fast, maybe going ninety swerving into lane. That won’t happen again. I pull over and rush to trunk.

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