My grip tightened on the wheel. I could feel the heat rising in my chest—a familiar, toxic bloom of "how dare they." In that moment, the driver wasn't just a person; they were an obstacle, an enemy, a thief of my time. But then I remembered the cow.
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I closed my eyes for a second and swapped the silver sedan for a heavy, spotted bovine. If a cow were standing there, chewing cud and staring blankly at my windshield, would I honk? Would I scream about the unfairness of the universe? No. I’d probably laugh. I would accept that a cow does what a cow does. My grip tightened on the wheel
The asphalt shimmered with midday heat, and there it was: the last spot in the lot. I signaled, angled my wheels, and prepared to claim my prize. Then, a silver blur streaked past. A sedan lurched into the space, the driver stepping out without so much as a glance in my direction. Are you looking to use this for a
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