Accidents Happen

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So- I'm on the verge of tears- but really can't. Because this is a much bigger problem than tears can relieve. I got into an accident and the driver side of my car is crushed. I don't know what happened.

I know I have to finish my homework. I know I have to attend my final tomorrow. No one cares that this has occurred. Nothing can be helped. It happened, and now I am here in the aftermath, waiting to move on. Wanting help. Wanting a break. Considering a drink. I will probably just curl up and shiver until my alarm goes off to indicate I need to finish my French assignments.

Today was my last day at work, and it was a nice one. I am going to curl up now.

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