Okay. now I've turned that corner,
You said that there would be road blocks to face.
But I see what was expected, minor traffic but no car chase.
Okay. I'm using your directions:
Go up the hill on 44th.
Wait! My directions stop there! Is that the end of my course?
No! No! No! That's not correct!
I thought I had a while?
Yes, it says it here... Wait! I have how many more miles?
Okay. you've left me without instruction, it's not like I can flee.
Wait! There's a note on the back saying the detour is. me?

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