Fiction | September 01, 2000

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Violet began to notice that some of the things she could see out the car window looked a little odd. For instance, she saw a car lying upside down on the east side of the road. One of the doors was cracked open. This by itself would have been strange enough, something you don’t see every day, but after another mile or so, she saw another one.

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