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Jeff stared at his rescuer. He looked dead many times over, and yet the gunshot, a bullet dead center in the middle of his chest, hadn’t even fazed him. He wondered not for the first time what he’d gotten himself into, shook his head, stumbled against the abandoned Prius, feeling nauseated.
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