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Sixty Five

The place where we almost died is just up ahead, beyond those trees. There are no sharp turns or hidden driveways. There are no unmarked railroad crossings or abandoned quarries nearby. There are no missing warning signs, stolen and hung in a bedroom somewhere. You will not see tire tracks scorched across the blacktop and out into the fields. We didn't scream and it didn't happen in slow motion. There's nothing there.