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First you started swerving, then you started crashing, and then you kept on drinking. I took the wheel. You passed out and I kept driving. You missed the orange glow from Virginian sunset. You missed the rest stop filled with people with southern drawls where I bought you water and some chips.

You missed seeing yourself climb out the window on the freeway. You missed the gas station in Richmond. You missed the black man named Theo who I asked for directions. You missed him telling me I was beautiful. You missed him undressing me with his eyes. You missed him not listening to my story of how you were passed out and how I was lost and how we were ten hours from home. You missed him telling me that he’d treat me better. You missed me shaking when he tried to touch me. You missed me running back…

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