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Tuesday, Jun. 04, 2002
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- Melanie
It's been six days since I wrecked the car, and to a lesser degree, my life. Temporarily, I hope. At least I am able to control the flashbacks of the back of Steve's car, and the airbag going off. The bruises are less purple and more pale green, and the abrasions under my chin are mostly gone. The big burn over my larynx is still a literal and figurative pain. One more "Ya gotta love bite on your neck..." yesterday and I was about to go postal. Which I think people finally figured out. It's much quieter today. Odd the things you notice after the fact. Looking through my "sent mail", I came across one of those fill-in-the-blanks-with-info-about-you emails in which I said, when questioned about the contents of my trunk, "Some shoes, and lots of sheet music and music books! If I'm ever rear-ended, my whole collection would be lost." A reverse prophecy.
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