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The Roundabout

by Sacha Bissonnette

I heard the screeches and saw the tire marks every week. Many drivers failed to use the roundabout properly. I tried to tell them to do something about itand I don’t even drive. I know it’s a problem because my balcony’s right there. That’s where I drink my green tea. Continue reading

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