Sitting at the red light, the man in the left turn lane caught my attention.
I wondered if I should flag him down and tell him that I saw the face of a dead woman riding there next to him in the car. But it didn't seem worth it.
It was an optical illusion. Or maybe he was well aware of the mournful death's head along for the ride.
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