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Car
3/19/95

I was in the passenger seat of a car racing on an arid, dry mountainside. The guy was driving a bit recklessly, but I tried to calm myself down as I always do when hurtling through space in those wretched death machines. We were squealing around turns, frighteningly close to the edge. We flew right off the edge! I was looking out the car window at the hills and valley far, far below, thinking, "I can't believe that fucker drove right off the cliff! I can't believe I'm going to die, NOW!" I was quite miffed. We continued to fall for quite a while. A road began to appear below us, and it looked as if our momentum would take us right on and down that road, and I wouldn't die after all. I wondered if the boy had done it on purpose to get me on that road. I was not pleased.



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