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Submitted to Contest #315
I sucked in a breath. This couldn't be real. They weren't actually letting me go. I didn't deserve to be let go. It was my fault that the little girl in the Honda Civic died, and her mother was in the hospital, teetering between life and death. Even if she didn't pass away, she would be haunted by grief and survivor's guilt for the rest of her life. It was my fault that the girl's mother would never see her grow up, attend college, and eventually get married. The guilt would gnaw at my conscience till the end of my days. And I deserved every...
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