Chuck doesn’t really feel most of what is suddenly and terrifically wrong with him. The human body is forgiving in that way. The damage to the car is more obvious, accompanied by the hiss of venting steam and the smell of gasoline. He is praying to be pulled out of the wreck with no more permanent damage than is convenient.
The last thing he prayed for was a fourth down conversion in the Super Bowl three years ago, with a bag of Cheetos and a Michelob Light in his hands, because he had a hundred dollars riding on the game.
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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: David
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