Miles of highway still loom on the horizon. I am going to be late. I swear under my breath and again push the gas pedal to the floor. The morning heat shimmers on the surface of the asphalt. I navigate another sharp turn. I am getting closer. My heart races a mile a minute. My breaths come in leaps and bounds. Cars fill a parking lot in the not too far distance. The world ushers in one of the busiest shopping days of the year. I make a promise to myself. Next time, stay home.
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