"God... I'm already tired... I am not putting up with this!" You say angrily as you open the door and step outside. The night air is cool and crisp, but you weren't very concerned about catching a cold at the moment. "This guy better be dying..." You groan as you zip your jacket up and head over to the crusier, which seemed to be crashed in a ditch. Its entire front hood was a mess and bits of shattered glass from the broken window were all over the ground, glittering in the moonlight and soft glow of the blaring sirens. "Oh my god... oh my god, I didn't mean it!" You yell out when you realize that this guy might actually be dead...
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