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With nothing forthcoming, he decided the best plan was to jump. He left everything the way it was: engine going, keys present, mirror adjusted to his height. The one thing he changed was himself driving. He opened the door and rolled out onto the pavement, an action that felt oddly familiar. Had all of this happened before? He broke into a run away from the line of traffic, back into the city, back to where he belonged, loafing about and staying out of cars.
He bumped into a man in his haste to clear the scene, and as he kept the distant subway tunnel in sight, he heard behind him the sound of coins hitting the pavement. And more deja-vu.
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