I hurt. My legs hurt. I cannot wear high heels without pain in my back. My sturdy, reliable car is gone, wrecked beyond repair, all because of you. Yes, you, Miss C. You ran a stop sign at 50 mph. I saw you, but expected you to stop. There was a stop sign. I was in the intersection. You hit me. I don't know if you saw me, though I don't
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