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A cryptic story for you! Enjoy! :D
It is a dark, gloomy mountain road - no houses in sight, with neither moonlight nor streetlamps.
I am driving quite fast, wanting to get home as soon as possible.
Then suddenly a person runs out into the road in front of me.
I slam on the brakes and manage to avoid crashing into the person.
The person seems unhurt too, but he is saying something to me, his face contorted with anger.
I get scared somehow and speed away in full throttle.
I then glance at the rearview mirror, and see that the person is still glaring at me.
What a persistent guy. After all, it was his fault, wasn't it?