Desk
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usually, as a walker and biker, i walk past evidence of car crashes. i see broken glass and bumpers torn in half. every now and then, a bent pole leaning as would a palm tree. the puzzle pieces scattered and thrown about the floor. how often do pedestrians see the crash and the moments before?
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