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September 21, 2009
The sun's rays glimmer through my windshield blinding me as they reflect or something through the drops of dew. I cannot see, I say to her. Stop then. No. We're already late. I drive on, ducking around trying to find a clear spot and wondering why my wipers don't work today. I blink and blink but it's all a blur. Are you sure you're okay? Yes sure I just can't see now. Stop then. No. I keep walking through the bustling crowd and nobody looks at me. I brake for a stoplight and it changes. I'm not sad I swear.