intersection.
Ed never dreamed for something more, not really. And when the speeding truck struck the passenger side he didn't think, so this is it at last, or so soon, I wondered how it'd happen. No, he had time to worry about the damage but that was all, and it was only a split thought – no time for words to form in his head.
It was instant, and a moment often mused over by the guys on the line. When they pulled a car door down from the track, they debated what would happen if it was T-boned at a slow speed or if it sideswiped a parked car. Perhaps the worst that would happen would be a shallow dent, what with the brace on the side right here there'd be no shifting up, and the door lock was protected by the inner cross bar. But there was no use musing over high speeds.
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