I’d say we went from 0 to 60,
but that’s a lie.
15, 30, and 45 definitely occurred.
I ignored the yield sign.
Where the fuck was the stop sign?
Kinda thought you were a yellow light.
You were red from the beginning.
Blind Spot
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Blinded by Bukowski 
Lucky no collision !!
U got out safely !
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Yes! Otherwise, we would have collided head-on!
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