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As a commercial truck flashed through your vision, you remembered why you were there. But had you really forgotten? Or was there just a part of you that wished you had?
Which of those parts was you?
Was there any 'you'?
Would there ever be?
You let out a breath. Of course there wouldn't be. As you turned your back on the cars, your hands no longer shook. Were they warmer, or had they just gotten used to the cold?