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Finally Realizing
Beethoven's ninth fills the car. Harsh rain drops fall. Driving home from his girlfriend's house, he realizes she is like the car's windows: an intense mixture of chaotic beauty bombarded in an uncontrollable environment. He turns the car around. She opens her front door. "I love you." "I love you." They drive off with love.
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