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Goth Girl in the Mist
On the highway in the middle of a torrential downpour, the lines on the road were only brief glimpses between swipes of the washer blades and I focused on the taillights of the cars in front of me in order to stay in my lane. Suddenly, the mist kicked up from the cars cleared for just a second, and in that second I saw a cute, skinny, goth girl hitchhiking on the shoulder of the road between the highway and an off ramp, holding up her thumb with a black polished nail near her face cowering away from the waves of spray dousing her as the cars passed by. And then a another wave of water covered her and just as quickly as she materialized, she was gone in the mist. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Did I really just see a cute, pasty, skinny, girl with black spiked hair, in black pants and a back half shirt and black lipstick standing next to a rolling travel bag with the handle extended hitchhiking in a downpour on the shoulder of the highway? By the time I realized I had, I almost tapped the breaks to pull over, but it was too late. With the zero visibility, I was long gone and the weather was too dangerous to risk backing up on the shoulder. So sadly, I kept driving, fantasizing I was the hero who ran out of his car in the rain with an umbrella rescuing the soaking wet goth girl in the mist.
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