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When she regained consciousness, the radio was playing that catchy pop song, the one to which she could recite the lyrics verbatim but never remembered the artist's name. Her head pounded and the seatbelt dug deep grooves on either side of her neck. She felt the disorienting weight of her knees on the bottom of the steering wheel and her arms kept falling to her ears. Then clarity rushed in just as the water did through the floorboards.

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