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Submitted to Contest #230
The man stared down at me, his eyes cold. Hard. I gazed back; my teeth bared in a grin or grimace—I couldn't tell which, only that my mouth was open. His wasn't. It was a flat line under those cold, distant, lifeless eyes. Why did those matter to me so much? It was absurd that these were the things I focused on compared to the pain surging through my legs, the bone-deep fatigue in my arms, and the burning in my chest. Especially compared to the gun in his hand. The gun in my face. "You played hard," he said as if that meant anything ...
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