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It was a driving rain and from his car he can see a silhouette of a famaliear frame moving in the car in front of him. He recognized the car and the frame and that drove panic and feeling that could only be described with the perfect metaphor of driving rain. Baked and boiled, his range of rationnal had been compromised.
How could she?, he paused and then translated those words into a mental framework with only one outcome. Rage. He brewed with one rage cycle feeding another and extending into his shoulders and fingertips. His face was a computer screen that read "FAILURE", emotionless and emotionally clueless.
He was trapped in inaction, he was traveling at an infinite speed with no where to go. A rage like a slow driving rain.
