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Sometimes when I drive past the clinic on my way home from work, in 5:00 traffic, this thought enters my head that what if I fender-bendered into him? Or he into me? Could we just ignore each other and pretend it never happened?
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"Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of their marvels." - Francisco de Goya
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