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The traffic heading into the city was unusually thin. Natalie couldn’t believe her eyes. Gripping her steering wheel hard she peered into her rear view mirrors at a relatively empty stretch of concrete. Stifling a smile, she navigated the roundabout. Just as she was about to take the second exit, a Honda CRV, came hurtling out of nowhere, careening into her path. Natalie almost stood atop her brakes, but to no avail. As her car turned turtle, the alarm clock shrieked and Natalie was jolted awake with cold sweat streaming down her face.
She knew she would die that morning.
(Word Count: 100)
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