Traffic Jam Blues

You're imprisoned in a sea of metal, inching along at a crawl. The humidity is suffocating, and your patience is wearing thin. Every passing second feels like an eternity. Horns are blaring, tempers are flaring, and you're starting to wonder if this traffic jam will ever end. You just want to escap
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