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The tired mother fell asleep on the couch. Her six months old son crawled out of the door which was carelessly left ajar. It opened onto a busy road. Screeching tires shattered her sleep. When she didn’t see her baby, she panicked and rushed to the door.
The truck stood inches from her smiling baby.
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