Contributor: Acquanetta M. Sproule
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Peterboro had come to the wrong side of town to play.
His Rescuer whistled for a cab.
For some reason, the closest cab driver sped up and kept driving.
The Rescuer pulled a pistol from his back waist-band, shot out two of
the taxi's tires and whistled for another cab.
This one stopped.
The Rescuer settled Peterboro into the back seat and handed the driver
a C-note.
He winked at Peterboro, then returned to the alley where he'd just saved
Peterboro's butt from three muggers.
What sounded like three gunshots scattered the lookee-lous and spurred
Peterboro's driver into traffic.
Peterboro didn't feel as embarrassed as he might've.
From the smell, the driver was gonna have to clean the front seat as well
as the back…
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I write weird stuff.
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Peterboro had come to the wrong side of town to play.
His Rescuer whistled for a cab.
For some reason, the closest cab driver sped up and kept driving.
The Rescuer pulled a pistol from his back waist-band, shot out two of
the taxi's tires and whistled for another cab.
This one stopped.
The Rescuer settled Peterboro into the back seat and handed the driver
a C-note.
He winked at Peterboro, then returned to the alley where he'd just saved
Peterboro's butt from three muggers.
What sounded like three gunshots scattered the lookee-lous and spurred
Peterboro's driver into traffic.
Peterboro didn't feel as embarrassed as he might've.
From the smell, the driver was gonna have to clean the front seat as well
as the back…
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I write weird stuff.
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