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0 P a s s e n G e r - s i D e M i r r o r i glance over my shoulder, a plainclothesman letting you know what’s lurking. But you prefer to look ahead, one hand on the wheel, taking that curve below the carved-out rock, moving in whatever lane you choose. You think a mirror’s function is to let you see the day receding, everything you’ve crossed or skirted diminishing behind you— the flag girl there in the construction zone, the slanted Citroen easing toward its exit. 1 Objects in mirror . . . You ignore my messages. remember that school bus you passed? it’s not far behind us, five children’s faces in the windshield. and the smoking pickup? it never did turn off. While you’ve been terracing the hills and parceling out the bottomland, i’ve watched it coming on, this huge blue fender, inches from my face. ...

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