I feel horrible. Every few minutes, I have a car pull up beside me and squeeze me until I’m vomiting. Then the next car, and the next car, and the next car, and so on all day long. I’m squeezed until I’m violently sick and their car is running on a full tank. It hurts and I don’t like feeling sick. I seriously have the worst job in the world.
The Main Character 
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