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Will Ferguson

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    leaving a churned trail of mulch and wet leaves in its wake.

    Into the scentless winter air: the seeping odour of radiator fluid, of gasoline.
  • indiana delcloscompartió una citahace 3 días
    Within the folded metal of the vehicle: a buckled dashboard, bent steering wheel, more glass and—in the middle—something that had once been a man. White hair, wet against the skull, matted now in a thick red mud.

    The first chapters show the bad consequences of cars

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    It didn’t matter; Laura had nothing to park.
  • indiana delcloscompartió una citahace 3 días
    It didn’t matter; Laura had nothing to park.

    She has no car

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    They come in every colour, like Life Savers.
  • indiana delcloscompartió una citahace 3 días
    Warren, as bulgy as Laura was thin. Family photos always looked like an ad for an eating disorders clinic

    The mother consums, the girl does not

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    “I deal with traffic fatalities. I’ll be overseeing this investigation. I’m very sorry about your father.”

    No, you’re not. Without traffic fatalities, you’d be out of a job. “Thank you.”

    Invisibility here! She thinks that his dad died because of car but she does'nt tell it.

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    The city, that’s who did this.
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    You want to arrest someone, arrest the fuckin’ mayor.”
  • indiana delcloscompartió una citahace 3 días
    Traces of the accident would slowly vanish—except for one distinct streak of rubber, an extended skid on the asphalt where a second set of tire treads led toward the guardrail beside the bridge. Those marks would last a long, long while.
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