I picked her up at a quarter-past three
She had no coat, and was soaked from the rain
It was falling so hard, I couldn’t see
So I turned off the main road onto a side lane
“Where are we going?” she asked me
“This way is safer”, I replied, true to my claim
I looked over, her eyes stared ahead blankly
We stop at a crossing and give way to a train
A man emerges from the darkness
From the side of the road
I see his blood-soaked vest
And start to slow down – “Drive”, I was told…
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