I wasted thirty long minutes deciding what to do.
Say it was about twenty minutes wasted taking Hayes
Avenue instead of cutting through Station
Street.
I probably could have saved, oh, ten minutes if I hadn’t
been pulled over by that cop about the taillight. I mean, I thought that sort
of crap only happened in movies, but I was wrong.
Took me seven minutes to find the right gate, with
thirty-four seconds apologising for running into that woman. Good thing I didn’t
stop to help.
All in all, one hour, seven minutes, thirty-four seconds too
late to stop her.
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