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The highway was about to split: 695 North and 695 South.
“I need to know where to go.” John said calmly. “I don’t know!” Lana exclaimed. It was an intense moment. If he picked wrong, they would be late. He went with his gut feeling. He swerved towards the right, 695 South. He chose wisely. Words: 55
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