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I was driving down the lonely street when both our eyes did fearfully meet, and you tried to take cover, but ruefully, I ran you over. Unfortunately, you died. Broken, I hurt inside. There was nothing I could do. My heart still aches for you. Every time I see a squirrel in the middle of the road, my stomach begins to twirl. I stop the car, and let him go. I cannot take one more episode…
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