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The Other Hand on the Wheel
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Mara grabs the package and gets out. The other car is hers, exactly hers, same dent in the bumper. The driver's door opens. A woman steps out with Mara's face and Mara's tired eyes. 'You're early,' the other Mara says. Mara holds out the package with shaking hands.
The other Mara won't take it. She backs away, hands up. 'No. I did my drop already. I'm not the one you want.' Then who is? Mara turns and sees a row of cars in the lot, all hers, all idling, a tired version of her face in every window. They all hold up a slip. Mara holds up hers. The slips match. Whatever this is, it isn't hers to fix alone, and she finally lets the package fall.
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