Sleet on the turnpike in the middle of the night but I keep driving, both hands on the wheel, nowhere to pull off, and a yellow bus comes over the line and kisses my truck. That’s all I remember. Now I’m in bed, wired to things, unable to move, listening to a doctor telling my …
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