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We we driving home from the restaurant and I thought that tonight had gone better than I could have planned. Spencer was happy, I was happy and we hadn't rushed into anything that we weren't ready for. I turned up on the radio and Spencer held my hand and squeezed. I looked at her, her hazel brown eyes, her soft pink lips, the shape of her face. I took my eyes off the road.

I don't remember much after that.
I remember seeing lights.
I remember screaming.
I remember seeing red.
I remember feeling dizzy.
I remember spinning, round and round.
Then I remember nothing. Black.

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