Sixteen years old, driving the big blue Volvo real fucking fast down the hill and then WHAM! I hit a dog. It flew across the road in front of me and I clocked it front on. It tumbled down the road doing cartwheels – it was horrible.
And then, almost more frightening, it soldiered up and limped angrily toward the car as if to see that I had anything left.
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