tten memory began to come to mind.
             Donald had been in one wreck when he was younger. He was driving along peacefully enough at around sixty miles per hour, and enjoying the mountain scenery. Donny was coming into a long left hand curve where the mountain met the road on the left, and on the right the ground gave way to a beautiful scenic view of the hills below the mountain. It just so happened that in this very curve some dead beat stepped out in front of Donald.
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