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"
Two
.
"
The
truck
is
everything
in
front
of
us
,
blinding
bright
and
roaring
.
"
Three
.
"
"
Ride
a
horse
,
"
comes
from
the
back
seat
.
"
Build
a
house
,
"
comes
another
voice
.
"
Get
a
tattoo
.
"
The
mechanic
says
,
"
Believe
in
me
and
you
shall
die
,
forever
.
"
Too
late
,
the
truck
swerves
and
the
mechanic
swerves
but
the
rear
of
our
Corniche
fishtails
against
one
end
of
the
truck
's
front
bumper
.
Not
that
I
know
this
at
the
time
,
what
I
know
is
the
lights
,
the
truck
headlights
blink
out
into
darkness
and
I
'm
thrown
first
against
the
passenger
door
and
then
against
the
birthday
cake
and
the
mechanic
behind
the
steering
wheel
.
The
mechanic
's
lying
crabbed
on
the
wheel
to
keep
it
straight
and
the
birthday
candles
snuff
out
.
In
one
perfect
second
there
's
no
light
inside
the
warm
black
leather
car
and
our
shouts
all
hit
the
same
deep
note
,
the
same
low
moan
of
the
truck
's
air
horn
,
and
we
have
no
control
,
no
choice
,
no
direction
,
and
no
escape
and
we
're
dead
.
