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He realized someone was shrieking in his ears. |
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And he realized he hadn't lost the axeman. |
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He sped away from the roadblock, away from all the attackers but one. |
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The head of the axe was still buried in the hood. And its handle seemed to be buried in the man who'd put it there. |
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The center line ended. An intersection. 'Detour!' Trev yelled. |
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He swung a hard right. But not hard enough to lose his guest. The guy stayed put, riding through the rain like a big, limp hood ornament. |
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Maureen thought, the pizzas are getting soaked. She knew she should stop this and get up and put her clothes back on and take the pizzas to the door, but it felt so good to be sprawled on the grass with the hot rain splashing down on her. She didn't want to get up ever. |
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When the rain filled her mouth, she choked. She raised her head and opened her eyes. |
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She was in a bathtub, not on the lawn. Not her bathtub. It wasn't rain coming down, but spray from a shower nozzle. There was a curtain rod, but no curtain enclosed the right side of the tub. |
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