From Long Island Express Highway, Kailas turned north to enter Spring Filed Boulevard. His visit to his home, he wasn’t sure to call it home, would have impacted who were close to him, had the events happened recently taken another turn. The Boulevard was chock-a-block with traffic; his laziness didn’t allow him to check the traffic level before entering the Boulevard. The road ahead stretched in two lines. A tall advertising vehicle in front prevented him seeing anything beyond its flat back. He switched on his car radio and tuned on to the SyriusXM channel. The announcer went on and on about all routes busy, he got angry and turned off the channel.
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