Traffic stopped for a day as the silhouette of a sasquatch loomed eerily on top of the bridge. Business men, families, and pets stayed out of the area; only a couple firetrucks and ambulances stood at the ready at the scene of crime. Police forewarned it that it was liable to be charged with obstruction but the sasquatch stayed stationary. Finally, at nightfall, when the clouds evaporated and the first stars came out, the sasquatch eerily lumbered down the east exit with the sun behind his back.
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