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The roads were slippery that night.

It was calm. Flurries of snow swirled past my window. 

And then another car came barreling past a stop sign. 

His car was right in front of me. 

I tried to stop, I swear. 

I just wasn't fast enough.

I killed someone that night. 

As our cars collided, the flurries swarmed into a blizzard.

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