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The Long Drive

She could not remember where she was.

The memory of the crash was still fresh.

She felt her head throbbing and arms tingling.

She tried to shout but no sound emitted from her throat.

She felt gagged.

Outside the emergency ward, her mother was crying inconsolably.

Her father was praying secretly.

But the boy who drove her that evening was nowhere to be found.


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