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The
mechanic
yells
into
the
wind
,
"
You
're
not
your
name
.
"
A
space
monkey
in
the
back
seat
picks
it
up
:
"
You
're
not
your
problems
.
"
The
mechanic
yells
,
"
You
're
not
your
problems
.
"
A
space
monkey
shouts
,
"
You
're
not
your
age
.
"
The
mechanic
yells
,
"
You
're
not
your
age
.
"
Here
,
the
mechanic
swerves
us
into
the
oncoming
lane
,
filling
the
car
with
headlights
through
the
windshield
,
cool
as
ducking
jabs
.
One
car
and
then
another
comes
at
us
head-on
screaming
its
horn
and
the
mechanic
swerves
just
enough
to
miss
each
one
.
Headlights
come
at
us
,
bigger
and
bigger
,
horns
screaming
,
and
the
mechanic
cranes
forward
into
the
glare
and
noise
and
screams
,
"
You
're
not
your
hopes
.
"
No
one
takes
up
the
yell
.
This
time
,
the
car
coming
head-on
swerves
in
time
to
save
us
.
Another
car
comes
on
,
headlights
blinking
high
,
low
,
high
,
low
,
horn
blaring
,
and
the
mechanic
screams
,
"
You
will
not
be
saved
.
"
