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phone onto the

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self to breathe. He still didn't know. To him, this was just his wife misbehaving. The irony was almost fun

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her spine. She sped up slight

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wrenching the wheel, but it was useless. The car smashed sideways into the metal guardrail. The airbag expl

shield, she saw the black SUV. It didn't stop. It didn't even

there was