I struggled my way into a sea of people. I bumped onto strangers but was never halting to mumble a sorry, ignoring their looks, had I not been running from someone I was sure they would pierce me. I just watched them back through a watery blur of my tears.
Just as I thought he didn’t keep up, I stopped. But the startling hard gripping on my arm told me otherwise.
He dropped to his knees.
I won’t. I kicked him on his side and I ran away. Well, I guess we’re even now.
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