Through the thick fog Blake could barely see the brown blur, just a few feet in front of his car. Swerving to avoid it, running off the country road and up a small slope, stopping just inches before an old wood fence. Slightly trembling while checking the car for damage, trying to calm his nerves. Looking up the road he said, "Was that a deer?" Deciding to go for a short walk noticing about twenty feet past his swerve, a fallen oak tree blocking the road. "Talk about lucky. I would have driven right into this," he said looking back.{/s
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