Wow, right now coming back from the gym had a bit of a premonition in the form of a sudden strong urge to slow way down at the next green. It wasn’t a new green light, so it would mean hitting the breaks, but no one was behind me so I did. And sure enough, on the right is a motorcycle flying towards the red. It sees me and slows down, but I glance back, and it’s racing right through the red. That was weird, when it’s happened before I attribute it to being especially high and paranoid
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