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"Write out of love, write out of instinct, write out of reason. But always for money."
Louis Untermeyer


Crime in the City

Running.

Breath coming in ragged gasps.

Alley!

Jump in.

Hide behind trash cans.

Sees me!

Grab lid.

Swing.

Broke his nose!

Blood spurts.

Swing again.

Missed!

Pulls a gun.

Hear the blast.

Feel the pain.

Bleeding.

Fall to the ground.

Everything blurred.

Everything faded.

Everything gone.

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