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Submitted to Contest #112
Chandler Hart's wipers slapped against the worst storm he'd ever driven through. Chilled October rain flooded the glass as theough the wipes weren't on. The hellish sound on the roof drowned out the engine's sound and even tehmuffler he'd holed when, three weeks ago, he'd swered off the road afte downing too many drinks to forget he'd been laid off. "Jesus Christ," He'd said after he'd just left Cindy's Riverside Cafe. Cindy, despite her concern, was glad to see him leaving before any unpleasantry arose. "Jesus-fuckin-Christ!" He'd cursed...
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