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The sirens whirred again. Red and blue like a lonely disco ball in an abandoned dance hall, the patrol car sped across the lonely highway.
bandages wrapped around his head. smirk darting across dirty cheeks. I knew that smirk. he had a plan. this was going to work. it always worked. it had to work. it had to.
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