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kicking the ground, raining pebbles and grit on the manтАЩs feet.

тАЬIтАЩll take you back to my carтАФthe engineтАЩs dead but I couldтАФwith all of you, just donтАЩtтАФdonтАЩtтАФтАЭ

тАЬHey, assholes!тАЭ I said cheerfully. The five of them jumped, which surprised meтАжI wasnтАЩt the worldтАЩs
quietest walker. I couldnтАЩt believe I was doing this. I wasnтАЩt exactly the confrontational type. On the
other hand, what did I possibly have to lose? тАЬErтАжyou three assholes. Not the lady and the kid. Fellas,
could you come over here and kill me, please?тАЭ

Hugely relieved, Justine smiled at me, revealing the gap where sheтАЩd lost one of her baby teeth. Then
the men moved forward, and Justine grabbed her momтАЩs hand and started dragging her toward the
relative safety of Lake Street.

тАЬIтАЩllтАФтАЭ

тАЬComeon , Mommy!тАЭ

тАЬтАФget help!тАЭ

тАЬDonтАЩt you dare,тАЭ I snapped. тАЬIf you mess up my murder, IтАЩll be furious.тАЭ One of the men had grabbed
my arm, was dragging me back toward Justine and her mom. тАЬJust a minute, pal, IтАЩve got toтАФтАЭ He
poked me, hard, and without thought I shoved.

The rest of it happened awfully fast. Jerkoff #1 hadnтАЩt poked me, heтАЩd stabbed meтАФfor all the good it
did. And when I shoved, his feet left the ground and he sailed back as if hurricane-force winds had blown
him. When he finally touched ground he rolled for a good ten feet before he regained his feet and ran like
heтАЩd had one too many chimichangas and needed a bathroom.

While I was staring and making my usual vocalization when I didnтАЩt understand (тАЬWhaтАж?тАЭ), the other
two moved in. I reached up and grabbed them by the backs of their necks, then banged their heads
together. There was a sickening crunch, and I heardтАФyech!тАФtheir skulls cave in. It was the sound IтАЩd
heard at my cousinтАЩs wedding when her groom stomped on the glass. The bad guys dropped to the
ground, deader than disco. Their faces were frozen in eternal expressions of pissed-off.

I nearly threw up into their staring faces. тАЬOh,shit !тАЭ

тАЬThank you thank you thank you!тАЭ JustineтАЩs mom was in my arms, reeking of fear andDune perfume.
She was clutching me with not-inconsiderable strength and babbling into my hair. I wriggled, trying to
extricate myself without hurting her. тАЬOhmygod I thought they were going to rape me kill me hurt Justine
kill Justine thank you thank you thank you!тАЭ

тАЬErrтАжthatтАЩs fine, MissтАФuh, miss. Leggo now, thereтАЩs a nice hysteric.тАЭ

She let go of me, still babbling, staggered a few feet away, knelt, and started picking up the items that
had fallen from her purse. I instantly wanted to grab her back. Something about herтАФthe blood,
theтАФshe had scraped herself, or one of the men had cut her, and she was bleeding, the blood was
flowing beneath her shirt, on the inside of her upper arm, and it trickled steadily and suddenly I was so
thirsty I couldnтАЩt breathe.

Justine was staring up at me. Her tears had dried, making her cheeks shine in the moonlight. She looked