If we make it through tonight alive then there truly is no such thing as clairvoyance. I keep seeing the van careening through reflecting bouys and into some blackness I'd rather not percieve.
"This is all my fault," I think to myself.
If only I had the sense, sense that tonight would have these tragic implications. If only my corpulence did not take 8 hours. Oh! If only I were better trained.
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