It’s pouring anxiety outside; the wipers struggle to sling it off the windshield so I might see clearly for a second before the next touchdown. My tires rip through small puddles of motor-oil and loss, so I hydroplane something emotional but quickly regain control, just to lose it again as I enter a turn too fast thinking it’ll be alright. I’ll roll down the window because I’m choking a little bit on the full-blast heater and my radiator eyes steaming over. 

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