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... security guard.
Fuck my life.
I knew I had blood running down my right arm; I could feel it drying and turning sticky with each passing moment.
"Excuse me, Miss?" asked the guard, coming around the desk and heading straight for me.
I couldn’t wait around. He would call the police, and I was going away for murder. And if I did, there went my career. No one would hire a doctor who was convicted of murder. There was no way.
No, I had to run.
Before he ...
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