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Just as suddenly, and, as far as I can determine, for no apparent reason, the thing let go of me. It must have figured I wasn't worth the effort. |
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The chaos continued. I could hear shattering glass, frenzied shouts, footsteps and more gunshots. |
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Suddenly another shadow blocked out what little light my swollen eyes weren't filtering. It was gray and confusing and accompanied by lots of heavy breathing. |
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''I'll be damned surprised if he ain't dead,'' Jake grunted. |
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"Naw," someone else assessed, "I can see him breathin'." |
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My brain was doing its best, but the short-circuiting continued. Shouts, Foot-steps. A world gone mad, out of control. Strange discordant music played in the background of my befuddled mind. I was looking down at me. I was a mess. Better tidy up. The same note kept playing over and over. I could see somebody getting out a blanket and covering my head. Wait a minute. You're wrong. But the protest was stuffed into a murky gray envelope along with everything else. Now silence. Now nothing. A world of gray on gray. |
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"His eyes moved," someone observed. |
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"He may make it," another said. |
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