A Case for Predestination. Or Guardian Angels. Or Something.

So I’m driving home…the same route I’ve taken for years.  Muscle memory makes me flick the left blinker as soon as I enter the freeway because the far right lane spits me back on the feeder if I don’t. I indicated left and icy prickles coated my left cheek, spreading down my arm and through …

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