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I wrote my experience down because - well, I'm a writer and it's just a habit I guess. It's funny what we remember. I haven't looked a the account I wrote for years, but when I did think about it I remembered the car sliding in the grass at a normal speed and then launching into the air so fast and spinning so violently. I remember stuff flying out of it as it spun, including what turned out to be the victim. I remember it hitting the ground and bouncing and rolling some more. And I remember looking at the girl's hand as she was dying and thinking about how small and delicate it was. I don't have a visual memory of any of the rest of it.
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