Mar 27 • 🧱 Fragments
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The turn signal kept clicking.
Even after the wheel straightened.
Even after I passed the street.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
I didn’t reach for it.
The road opened ahead.
Empty.
No cars behind me either.
The sound filled the cab.
I let it run longer than I should have.
Some decisions
don’t feel real
until you stop
signaling you might change your mind.
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