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Happy Fourth of… HOLY **** WHAT THE ****1!

Happy Fourth of… HOLY **** WHAT THE ****1!

So I’m driving along, spaced out, listening to the radio. I find my eyes glancing up to the sky, where a plane is crossing on the horizon.

Suddenly, a streak of fire comes up from the landscape, a smoke trail behind it. It explodes the plane in a giant plume of fire and smoke.

I thought I had just seen a plane explode coming into the airport. Legit panic hit.

Instead I saw a well-placed Roman candle arc perfectly across the street I was driving on.

Plane continued its lazy arc across the sky. Panic dissipated, but the adrenal boost has not.

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