Reflections

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You are the one who opens the car door.  You are the one who waits patiently… your face reflected in the mirror.

You exist in the nightmares of every cyclist as they see that reflection right before they slam into that car door.

Your sardonic grin is the last thing they see before the pavement blocks their view.  Your exhaust is all they smell as they lay there in the street.