A BRUNCLE WITH NINE LIVES!

The dust was still coming back to earth as we scrambled from the wreckage. There was a discord of voices in panic. People lurched from the mangled, still-smoking mess of a car and hugged each other, thanking The Almighty and whoever else was in earshot, for the fortunate continuation of their lives. I had struggled in an upside-down fashion to release myself from the seatbelt, then crawled through the shattered glass window, to safety. Bleeding and in shock, I was otherwise okay.
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