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White lines whip under the car. The
driver dozes, foot creeping to the
floor. The car speeds ahead
inexorably...
Mary creeps across the road. Arthritic
bones protesting each step. The speeding
car lunges towards her. She turns,
facing immanent death, and screams...
Another job for superman.
Pity he doesn't exist.