He pulled up at the junction. There was an arrow pointing left and an arrow pointing to the right. On both of them it said the same thing, the place which he wanted to go to.
Which was best?
He had no idea.
He sat and stared at the signs, a line of cars slowly building up behind him.
Horns honked and angry voices shouted out of windows as it began to get dark.
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