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I’m in a traffic jam.
Signs at the side of the road inform that
there is at least another five kilometres of the stuff.
My fingers taste of cheese and onion crisps.
And chocolate.
I was in the supermarket just before coming
to a standstill on this ring road.
The sky is blue, the car window is open and
my left arm is hanging outside.
The chocolate flavoured crispy fingers are
on the end of the right arm.
It’s the weekend.
We're going nowhere.
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