They could have caught him again, but why? It was my blood he needed. I turned and looked at him. He was trying not to drag me to the grave with him, so he was shielding as best he could. I heard sirens before I even made it back to the parking area.
I had a stock mag attached to the butt of the Mossberg. Just asking, just asking. Nothing tastes good when you have to swallow your pride with it. What? I asked.
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