Connie Caudill

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I knew the road by muscle memory, my hands steering the wheel and my foot aware of when to let up on the gas and when to add pressure, anticipating on their own what would come next as if performing a practiced routine. Country roads were like that, and I found comfort in the predictability of it. I preferred them over the lottery of speeding drivers and circumstances one found on highways and business routes.
A Day Like This
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