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as it continues with no end in sight, you always know an end is coming regardless. so you exit, and take a detour down a romantic waterside highway. one that you know has a dead end, but you decide to go anyway. truth be told you always knew, you wanted the end, and you wanted it fast. as the signs get brighter in the pitch black night, you throw out your passenger, and commence turning back. you return to the interstate, and look for another victim. knowing you would lead him, to the same dead end.