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I was on the way to the Philadelphia International Airport to pick up my parents. The car in front of me was driving a little fast, but I didn�t mind since I was trailing right behind it. After a few lights and stop signs, we began driving at a normal speed.
After one of the stop signs, we began to pick up speed. For a few seconds, I was able to see ahead of the car in front of me due to a curve in the road. I distinctly saw a black and white kitten in the car�s path. I just figured that it would swerve around the kitten.
But it didn�t! It ran right over the little thing!
The murderer kept driving like hit-and-run bastard. I screeched on the brakes and quickly jumped out of my car. I ran towards the kitten. This was it: my moment of heroism. Visions flashed through my head of all the horrible stories I had heard about people killing kittens or attempting to kill them. I was going to take this victim and nurse it back to health. It was going to live, damnit! I would then take it to my two cats at home and they would love the poor thing.
And if time permitted, I would chase down the kitten murderer and beat the hell out of him... or her. Actually, if it was a her, I would take her to the wife and she would gladdly beat-up the kitten hater.
With my adrenaline pumping at full blast through my body and my mind racing at a million miles an hour, I got to the kitten and realized my folly. It was a only stuffed animal.
Standing there breathing heavily, I picked it up and tossed it on the sidewalk.
No kitten murderer. No hero. Just an idiot from a situation one might see on a prank show.
I got back in the car and left.
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