Running from the Colt
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Last published Wed, Feb 18, 2015
Landing on the window's broken glass, I winced in pain. Blood comes out in trickles over my arms and legs. Turning my head to see the car that crashed into Danny's car, three men get out, with dart guns in their hands as they started shooting at me. I run over to the median on the highway and cross it, facing the coming traffic, and running through.
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