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Riding in the car,
I look over at the small red car next to us,
Driven by a tired-looking woman.
I begin to wonder where she is driving to.
Maybe she is going home, to a loving husband and kids, exhausted from work.
Maybe she's visiting family in another state, and has been driving all night.
Maybe she's looking for a job or a house.
Maybe she's out looking for herself.
The light turns green and I see her pull into McDonalds. One small mystery solved.
We stop again.
I look to my right; this one is a grey truck, driven by an old man with an old woman,
Presumably his wofe,
Beside him in the passenger seat
And I begin to wonder...

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