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Friday, September 1, 2017
To the driver of a small red car turning from Almon onto Windsor. Why did you slow down but not stop for a pedestrian (me) with a dog, halfway through the intersection when you started the turn. C’mon, use your head. You looked at me like I had two heads—when clearly yours was missing! —Wanna Live