THE FINE ART OF FORGETTING
Dec 02, 2019
3 minutes
BY BILL GIFFORD
I HAD ALMOST reached my exit when the traffic suddenly slowed. It was Remembrance Day, and I was annoyed because it meant I would probably be late to a BBQ. Then I heard the sound of skidding tyres. A motorcycle careened into view on my left, out of control. It bounced off two cars before it tipped over and slid under the bumper of a car just in front of me. I
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