Driving down Hancock Street, we’re sideswiped when another car in the neighboring lane veers too close, leaving us shaken but unscathed. My husband pulls over first. As he knocks on the window of the offending vehicle, the driver gestures for him to wait. First, he needs to finish his text.
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There are countless true stories about Boston. This project tells one at a time, in exactly 50 words.