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The
mechanic
does
n't
swerve
,
but
the
head-on
car
swerves
.
Another
car
,
and
the
mechanic
screams
,
"
We
are
all
going
to
die
,
someday
.
"
This
time
,
the
oncoming
car
swerves
,
but
the
mechanic
swerves
hack
into
its
path
.
The
car
swerves
,
and
the
mechanic
matches
it
,
headon
,
again
.
You
melt
and
swell
at
that
moment
.
For
that
moment
,
nothing
matters
.
Look
up
at
the
stars
and
you
're
gone
.
Not
your
luggage
.
Nothing
matters
.
Not
your
bad
breath
.
The
windows
are
dark
outside
and
the
horns
are
blaring
around
you
.
The
headlights
are
flashing
high
and
low
and
high
in
your
face
,
and
you
will
never
have
to
go
to
work
again
.
You
will
never
have
to
get
another
haircut
.
"
Quick
,
"
the
mechanic
says
.
The
car
swerves
again
,
and
the
mechanic
swerves
back
into
its
path
.
"
What
,
"
he
says
,
"
what
will
you
wish
you
'd
done
before
you
died
?
"
With
the
oncoming
car
screaming
its
horn
and
the
mechanic
so
cool
he
even
looks
away
to
look
at
me
beside
him
in
the
front
seat
,
and
he
says
,
"
Ten
seconds
to
impact
.
"
Nine
.
