That feeling that you've done something before.
Well amp that up, and you've got what I've got. I have to take these tablets. I reckon it's - what do they call it - post-traumatic stress.
I mean I didn't see him 'till he ran right in front of the car. He can't have been in the windscreen for more than a few seconds. Just a shape, and yet I keep seeing it differently as if I just drove round and round the same corner waiting for him.
Well, I've done time, so, officer - when does it stop?
(After, FATHERS' DAY)
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