I ran over a poor hedgehog the other day; its cry was sharp under my squealing wheels. Was it unavoidable? I was driving a long distance from having visited my daughter in Brooklyn, a trip I take whenever I can. Because it was so far away and the drive so long, I had to get off the interstate to urinate once again. Distracted a bit with thoughts of my far away daughter, and missing her a lot, I got back on the road, but I turned the wrong way. Instead, I looped around, and I smashed the hedgehog under my tires.

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