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I was driving down the road at 75 miles per, I didn't realize what might actually occur. Suddenly as I make a turn, much to my surprise, were a bunch of little chidren right before my eyes. As I swerve hard to avoid them, and almost hit a tree, I realize what kind of damage could be done by me. then I hear the sirens,I'm being followed by the cops I put my car back into gear and pull out all the stops. The skies are getting cloudy as I go speeding into town, I yell out the window please don't let the rain come down. As I run through the many stop signs my day becomes complete, up ahead some idiot couples are dancing in the street. Needless to say I don't have to go very far, before I notice people bouncing off my car. The first couple that I hit went flying fifty feet, I feel kind of like I am out here shooting skeet. Going down another road, I feel I'm goin to get what I deserve, I realize that I am heading to the place they call Dead Man's Curve. As my car goes flying off the road, I go flying out the door. If I'm able to survive this mess, I'll never speed anymore.
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