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There was a car crash. That's what they thought but did not utter. That's what they heard, but they didn't turn back, they decided they'll keep going. Her hands were heavy, three plastic bags, his hands four. Are you leaving this weekend? She asked, his cell phone rang he put the bags down, took out his phone and answered. They were in the midst of the sidewalk she thought, she didn't put the bags down, her question was floating in a bubble around their heads, she looked up. She saw a blimp up in the sky airing a "Happy birthday", she looked back, there were people on the street, beyond she saw a blurry image of a motorcycle torn apart... torn apart she looked at the blimp, she looked at him, he was done with the conversation, he put the phone back in his pocket, grabbed the plastic bags and they walked towards the blimp. Question was still hanging

from the sky.