Count your blessings. Enough is a feast. These are more than just platitudes. If a recognition of the good that comes with life resided in the breast of every human, anger and fear would be rare. But it is more common to receive and then hold out a hand for more, to grow accustomed to that which is not ours by right. When Oliv pulled out of the McDonald’s, Diet Coke and hamburger in hand, she did not notice the black Suburban that followed her. She was hungry and wanted to eat the burger as she drove, so she didn’t take the freeway. She wove through quiet neighborhoods, and in one particularly quiet neighborhood, the black Suburban stopped following altogether. Oliv took a bite of her burger, saw a black blur out of her side window, and then there was a jolt, and then a crash, and then she knew no more.
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