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"Fuck that guy," you say to yourself, "no one helps
me, why should I help him?" You jump in the car and start driving. Lucky for you it's an automatic. Lucky for you, you play
a lot of racing video games. You are going 90 now on a residental street. You constantly honk the horn. You have never had
so much fun. You look in the guy's glove compartment and see a bag full of pills. You assume they are candy and take 5. They
don't taste good so you don't eat any more. You keep driving faster and faster and you feel really funny. You feel weak. Your
arms get heavy and you can't move. Your body feels paralyzed. You are scared inside, but on the outside you can't move. You
see an old lady up ahead. You would yell, honk the horn, or slam on the brakes but you can't move. The car makes contact with
her body, there is no way she could possibly live from that. The car has slowed a little, but it's still going about
50. You crash into the side of a building. The police show up and it doesn't look good. You killed a lady, stole a car, and
seem to be on some heavy narcotics. The police put you in a cell over night to await your trial.
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