~ from OCTOBER 2004 ~
You darted out onto the Thruway. You should have known better than that. Andy couldn’t stop fast enough so now you are dead. Foolish thing. The thud you made, thrown up by the tire, was sickening. Andy looked like he was about to cry. See what you did.
What did it get you? Where are you now? Silly wreck of roadkill. My heart does not bleed for you. That would be a luxury. You have already wasted enough of my time and started the evening on a sour note. Andy doesn’t like blood on the car either.
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