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mattired
Hello. Sat behind a right indicating van at the lights, I don't like to filter. We move off and he rolls up to centre of road, I'm going straight so I ease left. Not too quick as I have mouth stitches and don't want to burst. He changes his mind, signals left and pulls onto me, watching me in his mirror. Easy to get around at that non-bursting pace. We hold one another's eyes in the shallowing wing mirror. We part, yet before we are too far, before it is too late, I give a small wave. Peep-o, champ. He tells me to fuck off and that I am a dickhead. I fuck off, though not in the intended spirit. Suspect hemorrhoid so none of this shit on bonnet business mentioned here passim. Onwards. Good luck all.