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It had been a long Monday. A man was on his way home from work. He enjoyed his drives home. He enjoyed most of his drives. He found traffic to be a sort of puzzle yet to be solved. This night the interstate had seemed unusually easy: lights had been brighter, lanes more clear, exits more accessible, and drivers more understanding. This left the time normally needed for solving and pressing onward to reflection and rumination. Before he knew it, his trip had almost come to an end. He sat at a traffic light, just off the exit, before going across the overpass. He put his car in park, opened the door, got out, and closed the door. His was car still on, idling, the blinker still blinking. The curious people in the cars around him studied him, awaiting his next move. He started to walk away. At this, the other cars began to flash their lights, one honked, a few shouted out their windows, but all in vain. The man continued in front of the car to the left of his own, and past, onto the overpass. As he gained distance from his vehicle, the noise grew and he sped up until he was at an all out sprint. Then, near mid-way over the overpass and almost in slow motion, the man grab the railing with his left hand and boosted the rest of him, till his legs were parallel. He paused, smiled, and sailed over.