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For a single instant that seeer, the blood behind rave; vu

Please, God, not again, my inner voice pleaded

And then, "DROP THE FUCKING GUN!"

Nye was as startled bythe front sight of the Beretta from the center of his chest

"DROP THE FUCKING GUN DROP THE FUCKING GUN I’LL KILL YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ASS! I’LL KILL YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!"

Nye dropped his gun

"ON YOUR KNEES ON YOUR KNEES HANDS BEHIND YOUR FUCKING HEAD DO IT NOW"

I continued to screaers behind his neck I shoved hile on the wet asphalt I pressed ainst the base of his skull

"Don’t shoot ht how different ht have been if only I had screauy

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I was cold I tried not to shiver in htly acrossfor it No one had offered me a dry jacket to put on, or a blanket, or even a towel to wipe away the water that dripped from my hair and sloshed in my shoes Certainly no one could be bothered to turn down the air-conditioning that added to s I didn’t want these people to think I was a wimp Instead, I chose to suffer in silence Well, not in complete silence My teeth chattered periodically, and try as I ht I couldn’t silence them