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Gasoline and coolant trickled on to pavment; metal scraped the concrete as the car rolled backward. Jeff's nose stung from smuldering plastic. He tugged at his seatbelt while he fumbled with the latch but couldn't get it to release.
He tried to calm himself as he took a deep breath. Watching the sun set his head fell against the head rest; his eyes slowly closed.
I'm tired, he thought. Just a quick nap.
Glass broke behind him, sirens blared, Jeff fought to open his eyes. It was dark; red and blue lights faintly flickered around the interior of the car.
"Sir," a woman said. "Sir, can you hear me?"
"Yes. I'm tired," Jeff said.
"Sir, you've been in an accident, we are here to help."
Several voices jumbled together as a power saw started. Jeff turned his head as the female voice told him to hold still while they cut the car apart to get him out. It was still dark.
Jeff felt a heavy, scratchy blanket fall over his head and arms. The saw began cutting, screeching as it sliced through the car.
"Tired," Jeff said, muted by the saw.
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