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The traffic report described every interchange as congested, which in truth meant likely impassable with any semblance of sanity. Her pessimism subsided slightly while driving on the first freeway, the line of cars heavier than normal but still traveling the speed limit. A mile before the interchange, the flow of traffic ceased, brake lights burned permanently, and then drivers in the cars ahead of her began to get out and run.

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