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“Choose to avoid road rage or any physical altercation at all costs. No matter how strong or big you think you are, remember. Some people are walking time bombs, ready to explode. They carry bottled up feelings, stress, emotions, depression, anxiety, and pain. Every day, they are looking for someone to blame or somewhere to release their frustration. Many people are dealing with misdirected anger, and some feel like they have nothing to lose. Choose peace. Choose to walk away always.”

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