The Great Escape
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Since Dad’s near-death experience of collapsing while in Sydney for business, I freak out whenever something happens in a place he could be near that could have resulted in serious injury.
And there was a 4-vehicle collision just down the road from his work less than an hour ago. Shit, I hope it’s busy enough today that he isn’t heading over to Mooroopna or anything.
Why does he have to be so mortal?
(It’s still horrible anyway, this collision, I hope NO ONE has any serious injuries, but apparently there’s a car on it’s side and a car lodged under a truck, so…)
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