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... cars blocked his way. He slowed for a heartbeat, his hand instinctively brushing his knee. It wasn’t throbbing anymore, but he whispered to it anyway.
"Sorry, man. I know I’m overworking you today. Just one more push, alright? One more."
Then he bolted.
His muscles screamed, but his instincts carried him. Sid ducked low, darted between two cars, then leapt onto the hood of a rusted sedan. His boots skidded on broken glass, but he caught himself, vaulted the windshield, a ...
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