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He darted out of the way as a bullet
streaked past like a bolt of lightning. Off in the distance there was
the sight of a little red Mazda Miatia, the car that his mother had left him
n the produce section of a store that looked somewhat like a comdemned building so he
ran away from it as quickly as he could. The silent killer, carbon dioxide, was already starting to make some of the tenants nauseous. He took out face masks for them, and
fish and chips for the kids.
