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19:04. It was raining.
A man in black strolled across a crosswalk, umbrella in one hand, his eyes glued to the phone in his other. He was absorbed in crafting a message—so much so, he didn't notice the pickup truck barreling toward him through the downpour.
Only when the roar of the engine filled his ears did panic flood his face.
He stumbled to the side.
From his line of sight, he could see the driver's equally horrified expression as th ...
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