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She’s on her feet before I ah it all, she’son to the Thunder Gun

But I still clutch the pepper spray, hidden in my fist When she bends overplastered to her face by the rain, her lips are curled back in a snarl not unlike Lucy’s when she’s riled by a tennis ball or a Victoria’s Secret catalog

"You’re so weak," Rachel sneers at un under my nose "How can you tell a brunette?"

I try to maneuver myself into a position from which I can spray her directly in the face I don’t want the hipping the stuff back atabout," I wheeze, still breathless froht this woman flowers

And okay, they were only from the deli But still

"You kno you can tell a brunette?" Rachel grins, her face just inches froes to blast 120,000 volts into ht hip, I lift my hand and launch a stream of pepper spray into her face Rachel shrieks and backs up, throwing an arm up to protect her face…

Only the nozzle won’t push all the way down So instead of a jet of che her in the eye, the stuff just foa into o, "Ow!"

Rachel, realizing she hasn’t been hit after all, starts to laugh

"Oh God," she brays "Could you be es at me, I’ve rolled to my feet, and I’m ready for her

"Rachel," I say, as she co to tell you for a long tiers around the hard canister, I slam my fist as hard as I can into Rachel’s face--"is not fat"

My knuckles explode in pain Rachel screa to her nose, fro