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End of the Line

I found myself on another highway heading West

Image by Lufina from Pixabay

Outside Hartford, Connecticut, I changed lanes as I tried to keep up with the traffic on the Interstate highway.

Cars zoomed by, exasperated at my slowness. I was going 71 miles per hour.

Up ahead I saw the exit.




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