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It was pouring so hard that the wiper blades of his truck working overtime couldn’t quite manage to provide a clear field of vision, but he knew where he was, even in this pouring rain. He came here often to this dark country road.
He could see her tail lights up ahead, just as he had that night. His foot stomped on the pedal, his heart racing when he realized that they were not where they were supposed to be. Where they would be if her truck was upright.
He slammed on his brakes when he reached the truck, heart feeling like it was beating out of his chest. He jumped out before he was even certain that his truck had come to a complete stop, running to the dark heap on the side of the road.
When he reached her, he could see that she was bleeding profusely and that she was deathly pal
