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You turn away from him, shaking your head, you whisper, “Sorry,” and then, “thank you.” And take a step away from him.
A hand snags you at the back of the neck, nails slicing into your skin, another hand wraps around your mouth killing your screen. While the hand on your neck shift its hold for the back of your head.
All you can see is the night sky as a brute force twists your head….
You hear the crack and the popping pain before you die… Did you know that, Chuck? I guess now you do…
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