Lights flashed in my rear-view mirror. Red, blue, white. Was that white or a reflection? Ooh, it sparkles. The lights danced in a crazy line, left to right, right to left--like my driving--bursting, flashing like paparazzi cameras. They shone through my back window, onto my windshield, reflected from my rear-view mirrors, and cavorted in the air. The red and blue and white flashes popped into my vision here, there and everywhere. I watched them grow and grow until they burst. Colors ran down my mirror like drool in neon hues. From somewhere a noise nudged my senses. Without realizing what I was doing, I pulled over and stopped. The white lines in the road came together, then parted. I followed the lead and stepped on the gas. A voice yelled 'Hey, stop!'� I smiled. A friend. I stopped and watched the figure in blue with the shining, winking star approach.

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