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the door. He sucks a last drag and flicks it away like a movie tough. The man lets him inside. |
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"Stuff's bad for your health." |
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In the outer pocket of his jacket is the set of handcuffs. In the inside breast pocket is the hypodermic needle. He reaches in and taps the protective cap with his finger. He has never used one on humans. Only dogs. Should work fine, he thinks as he drives them to the motel. |
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