On a dark street, I quickly pulled into a driveway to
back up and turn around when I heard a loud crunch like I had rolled over a
tree branch. I shrugged my shoulders, drove forward and then there was a man thrown
over the hood of my car. I jumped out of the car and screamed hysterically at
the man, “ARE YOU OK?!” He spent his time comforting me that he was fine in a thick French accent and blamed himself for
not having a light on his bicycle. He hobbled away with his bent bike into the night.
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