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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
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from the "what the hell?" files.
This evening, I nearly got hit by a car.
Okay, I did get hit by the car. On my hand. My right hand. Connected to my currently sprained right wrist. By a sideview mirror.
The rest of his vehicle brushed my skirt and knocked into my bag of groceries.
He braked for a second. I smacked his hood with my left hand.
He sped off. I couldn't catch the license plate in the dark and the rain, so I threw an orange at his car.
With my right hand. This was unwise, but the adrenaline was flowing.
Still is.
I connected.
What is going ON with my life?
9:47:42 PM 
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2006
Meg Fowler.
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