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  • It's like driving at five-thirty on a week day when it rained earlier that afternoon. The roads are wet and crowded, and its dim, not dark, so you can't see a thing. The street lights are on, reflecting curiously off others' windshields so that they do more harm than good. Your lights diffuse into the wet ground, scattering wildly like bright white paint. Driving like that is exhausting. It's stressful. What you ought to do is pull over and wait twenty minutes. There won't be as many cars and it'll be dark by then. Everyone knows light shines stronger through the black than this blue. You don't have anywhere to be. The "responsible" thing to do. But you're not going to do it, are you? I wouldn't if I were you.
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