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One morning, a man ran a stop sign and totaled my 1980 Toyota Tercel. I'd been driving for nine months without insurance, but just two weeks before the accident I'd finally gone legal. After the cops came and filed a report (somehow failing to take a statements from the six people across the street at the gas station and the twenty or thirty kids watching from the bus stop fifteen feet away), I started up my squeaking car and continued on my way to the hospital where I was working as a stockroom delivery technician. Two blocks from the accident, a car behind began honking and motioning to pull over. Once parked behind me, a heavyset overly-Italian man in tinted sunglasses hopped out, leaned casually on his hood, tilted his sunglasses downward, and said, "Seen better days?"
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