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Nov 7 · 5 min read

“Why are you yapping about a car stopped on the road?” Wurthers screeched. He had much bigger shit to worry about; his coffee was far too hot.
“Well, sir, it’s at a right angle to the road,” replied Barthy through short, jittery breaths.
“So?”
“And it’s a limousine.”
“So?”
“And it’s upside down.”

