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Al's Auto Accident It’s three A.M; the air, spring-cool in mid-August, perfect for open window drives. Al isn’t late but loves speeding at courtroom pace. He doesn’t see or hear the other car but sees the flashing lights and pulls over. “Do you know how fast you were going?” Al’s pants darkened with urine spelling y-e-s.
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