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"When you drive in the snow, you want to slow your speed, but not that slow. That guy ahead's a jackass."
"Uh-huh." My stomach kicks from last night's champagne. And then it hits, the scream of metal. The car is spinning. My feet plant instinctively; my arm grasps my boyfriend's. The world is a dance of sunlight on snow.
We're about to hit the median. We're about to flip. This is not okay.
Impact, again. The shriek of metal being crushed. We're spinning, the world's ugliest tea-cup ride. The car banks in the grass.
