Last week I hit a dog on the way home from work. It was dark and raining. I saw it dart across the street but it was too late to stop. I locked up my wheels and hit it.

I did not stop. Instead I drove strait home and washed the blood and guts from my front grill.

I feel like shit. I hope it died quick.

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