hang up records

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i’m looking at reviews for potential new cameras, and who should i see in a sample shot but these little dudes a few years before san was even announced, hanging up outside tower records shibuya. i think it’s cute that even with the long gap between kun and san, the sextuplets have remained pop culture mascots in japan. 

  • Me: *recording the first chapter of Hang the Fool*
  • Me: I'm not gonna try to copy the characters' voices but I'll probably at least try to sound vaguely similar to them, just to differentiate their personalities. I think maybe I'll do Angela's voice best.
  • Me: *does Winston best*
  • Me: ... ok
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request for: @grandmasnewdog

pairing: Reader x J2, Reader x Misha

word count: 962

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You groggily opened your eyes and picked up your cell phone, dreading talking to anyone this early in the morning. “Hello.”

“Someone’s been up for a while.” You heard Jensen laugh sarcastically.

“Morning Sunshine!” Jared yelled into Jensen’s phone.

“Get out of bed you lazy bones.” Misha chirped up.

You let out a single groan, making your co-stars laugh. “It’s too early. Go back to bed.”

“I told you she would forget!” Jared laughed.

“What?” You asked, dazed and confused.

“We’re supposed to be shooting at sunrise.” Misha reminded you.

You shot out of bed and fell on the floor. “How much time do I have?”

You threw on a pair of pants and a clean t-shirt before grabbing your phone and going into the bathroom.

“Did you fall out of bed?” Jensen asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You covered your tracks. “I don’t fall.”

“Y/N.” Misha said. When you didn’t answer, you heard Jensen say, “She definitely fell out of bed.”

“That’s not important. How much time do I have?” You dismissed them.

“Thirty minutes.” Jared told you.

“I’ll be there in twenty.” You told them, smiling. “And thanks for the wake up call.”

“You owe us food!” Misha yelled. “Bring me pizza.”

“Drive safe.” Jensen shouted over Misha’s cries for pizza.

“We’ll see you in a bit.” Jared told you before hanging up the phone.

In record time, you had managed to brush your teeth, comb your hair, and put a decent about of makeup on. You grabbed a banana on the way out and got in your car, backing out of the driveway and onto the road.

The drive was going by faster than it usually did, which made you relax slightly. It was nice not having to worry about anything. When the light turned green, you made your left hand turn. In the blink of an eye, a car collided into the rear of yours, sending you and your beloved car spinning onto the sidewalk.

The airbags flew at your face and everything slowed down around you. Those few seconds that your car was spinning, felt like an eternity. When it was over, you placed your hand on your head and checked for bumps. Thankfully, your head felt fine, but to you, it felt like you had broken a rib or two from the harsh impact. Nonetheless, you got out of your car and checked to make sure the other person was alright.

“Are you okay?” You asked the woman that hit you.

She broke down in tears and you wrapped your arms around her. “I’m so, so, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You gave her a warm smile. “No one was seriously injured. Just relax.”

You sat there comforting her until the ambulance and police arrived. The police did their routine check, looking for damage and writing the lady a ticket, while the medics made sure that you and the woman were alright.

“I’m fine.” You insisted to the young medic. “Really, I am. I have to get to work though, we’re shooting a very important scene today.”

The medic gave you a small smile and a breathless laugh. “You have a broken rib,” He informed you. “You are going straight to the hospital.”

He hopped on the back of the Ambulance and helped you up.

“But what about the studio?” You asked.

“Someone at the hospital is calling them now, don’t worry.” He helped you sit down in one of the seats and gave you some pain medication while you were in route.

“Thank you.” You told him when you arrived. With a small nod and another smile, the medic helped you out of the ambulance and into the hospital.

You were placed on a rolling hospital bed- though you persistently told them that you were fine- and rolled into the back, where you were given a private room.

The nurse hooked you up to an IV and brought you some apple juice before disappearing to find the doctor.

“Where is she?” You heard Jensen’s panicked voice from outside your room. “What room is Y/N Y/L/N in?”

“In here Jense.” You yelled out, wincing in pain as you did so. Maybe you did have a broken rib.

“Oh my God, Y/N.” Misha rushed over to your side and threw his arms around you. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“Do you need anything?” Jared asked you. He grabbed your hand and gave it a tight squeeze. “You had us so worried.”

“I’m fine guys, really.” You dismissed their concern. “It was just a small accident.”

“That wasn’t small, Y/N! You’re in the hospital.” Jensen ran his fingers through his hair.

You gave him a crooked smile. “Yeah, but I don’t have nearly as many bandages as people in Supernatural get.”

“Oh shut up.” Jared told you, fighting back a smile.

“We’re just happy you’re alright.” Misha told you.

“Misha, you can let go of her now.” Jensen laughed.

“No!” Misha yelled. “I’ll never let you go, Jack.”

“Stop quoting the Titanic and get off of her.” Jared peeled him off of you.

“Yeah, Misha. Give us a turn.” Jensen wrapped his arms around you and dug his face into the crook of your neck. “You’re driving with me from now on.”

“She’s driving with me, actually.” Jared cleared his throat. “Because I’m better.”

“Just because you’re a skyscraper doesn’t make you better.” Jensen huffed.

“Yeah it does,” Jared smirked. “Because I can do this.”

Jared picked Jensen up and dragged him away from you. “Put me down!” Jensen huffed. “I mean it.”

“Attack Jared!” Misha yelled, making Jensen and Misha jump onto Jared.

Although it hurt, you laughed at the three idiots in front of you and wondered what you would do without them.

Unfaithful (Thomas Jefferson X Reader)

Request: “can you please write something really angsty with Thomas Jefferson? 💜💛💙” ~ Anon

Prompt: N/A

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson X Reader (W/ platonic Lafayette x reader)

Triggers: Cheating, Cursing, Anxious thoughts, Mean Girls

Words: 940

A/N: wow this took a while but we are super proud of this one! Hope you enjoy the first fic of Noveed!! ~Eliza and Peggy

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SNK Readthrough: Volume 16 Part 8

I have nothing to say about this panel that hasn’t been said a million times before. I just really want it in my readthrough. If I ever print out all 200+ of these posts, I need this to be one of them.

It was a thrill seeing Levi and Mikasa Ackerman perfectly synchronized, fighting in harmony, and taking the MPs by storm. Literally by storm – Levi they expected, Mikasa was an unknown. They were blown away by her by her abilities. 

The question is why. Kenny knew the significance of the Ackerman name and Mikasa was publicly known from Eren’s trial. So either Kenny didn’t do his homework, or Isayama left a tiny plot hole. 

Surprise

After a long, tiring day of work, I walk into the house I share with Joe. I kick off my shoes and hang up my bag in record time. The weight of the day hasn’t hit me until right this very moment. It seems almost impossible that I’m this exhausted from one day of work. Realizing the “weekend” is officially here because Joe should be landing home in the morning, a bubble of excitement rumbles low in my belly. H

eaded towards the stairs to our room, I shrug off my dress and let my hair down, deciding that a warm shower before he gets home would do me some good. I feel something squishy under my foot. I look down and coating the steps in abundance are pink and red rose petals. The center is cleared off like a pathway. My curiosity piques and I follow the path straight to the front door of the bedroom. I push the door open and stop mid-stride, my heart literally skipping a beat. The rose petal path continues to the front of our bed. Candles are lit sporadically around the room to give the room a soft glow, along with the fairly lights decorating the tufted headboard. 

 Joe is wearing a fitted, charcoal suit. It clings to him perfectly, etching out his broad shoulders, his thick biceps, his powerful thighs… I bite my lip in reflex. Damn. Under closer inspection, I spot two flutes of champagne in his hands. Something in my brain reminds me that I have a voice and I can use it. 


 I lick my now dry lips and clear my throat. “You’re home early…” Really? That’s what you see upon seeing this gorgeous man? A dark and dangerous smile grows on his face. 

“Yes. And it seems I’m a little overdressed." 

My cheeks flush. He’s seen me naked more times than we can count, but he never fails to make me blush. At least the lacey bra and thong match. "I agree.” I drop my dress to the floor and slowly strut over to my man. “Care to do something to even the playing field?" 

 He holds he flute to my lips, urging me to take a sip. I oblige. It’s pink, sweet, and chilled to perfection. "My beautiful lady is eager tonight.” His brow lifts a fraction. I notice my tiring day is long behind me. 

I tug at his tie so that he’ll lean over and give me a taste of his lips. “It may have something to do with my incredibly handsome man being home early." 


 I take his bottom lip between my teeth, sucking gently at the plump lip and getting a hit of the champagne and his own natural taste. And God he smells divine. He sets the flutes on the dresser, not really caring for their placement and then his arms are circling my body. The velvety pads of his fingers roam freely, massaging my skin and coaxing a small moan out of me. I sometimes forget how much I miss him when he’s gone. It drives me crazy but I’m grateful he’s doing what he loves when he’s back in my arms. I curl my fingers along his shirt feeling the grooves of his torso, his hard chest, and up to his thick neck. I wrap my arms around him. I’m quickly lifted to wrap my legs around his waist. I groan in utter annoyance when his lips leave mine. When I open my eyes again, he’s gazing down at me with the boyish grin I love to death. I tilt my head. 


"What?" 

"I put in a request for a small vacation. It got approved. So I’ll be home for a little over a week." 

My mouth drops in the most unlady like fashion. "Storyline?” I ask. 

 "Yes. And for us, my beautiful lady.“ Chances like this don’t come around easily so I know better than to question it any further. I’m beyond stoked that he’s home, but annoyed that I still work. Maybe I can put in for some of my own vacation days. 

"For us. I like that.” I smile so wide my cheeks hurt. 

 With a swift lick, and then a kiss to my lips, Joe whispers, “Happy two-year anniversary, beautiful." 

My heart completely melts inside me. "Happy two-year anniversary, handsome.”

“For the sake of your health, I really hope you have a damn good reason for calling me at four thirty in the morning, Stiles.”

“Dude, relax, don’t go all grumpy right away! Maybe I’m here to deliver a good message, eh? Maybe you should be happy to hear my voice!”

“I’m going to hang up now. For the record, I hate you.”

“Wait! And no, you don’t. I’m adorable.”

“Goodbye.”

“Just a second! Please. C’mon, all I want you to do is give me a teeny-tiny answer to a really important question. Scott wants to know, too.”

“Don’t drag me into this. I told you this is a bad idea.”

“Why is he there. …Stiles, did you put me on speaker.”

“You didn’t object to it.”

“I didn’t get a chance to - okay, you know what. Go the fuck to sleep. Both of you. Don’t you have school tomorrow or something, why the heck is Scott even with you - “

“I’m wondering the same thing, believe me.”

“Well, technically we were finishing a school project, but then we watched a movie. Okay, back to my question. So, we were watching World War Z, right.”

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish!”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“I told you he wouldn’t wanna answer. He’s not that cool.”

“Shut up, dude. But I guess you’re right… ‘s not like he’d wanna hear about my super awesome and totally werewolf-relevant theory.”

Please tell me you didn’t call me in the middle of the night to ask me about zombies. Because if you did, I’m going to - “

“ - rip our throats out, yeah yeah, but here’s the real question. Hypothetically, if we had a zombie virus outbreak - “

“Oh my God. This is not happening.”

“I told you he would be mad.”

“Scott, shut up. If - let’s just assume this for a second - there were zombies, okay. Would you become like, a werewolf zombie, or would you be immune and all werewolves in the world would form this super awesome Slay the Dead and Be Rad alliance where you, ah, what’s the word, rip their throats out with your teeth? Are zombie-wolves a thing? Oh my God. What about alpha zombies - ?!”

“Nah man, I’ve seen Resident Evil, animal-stuff and the undead are not a good mix, believe me. Also, are we talking slow or fast zombies here?”

“Scott, that’s why you’re my man. So Derek, c’mon, feed us some input here.”

“I’m going to feed you your own spine tomorrow morning. After I slept. After both of you went back to bed and only call me when there’s an actual emergency.”

“Zombies are serious business, Derek. You don’t want them with a wolf in their belly, do you? Oh my God, I’m hilarious. That was so good.”

“Stiles, I think he hung up.”

“Damnit! Eh, I’ll ask him tomorrow. Also, why the hell did you act like you didn’t wanna know? You’re all into zombies and shit! I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.”

“And I’m tired. Good night, Stiles.”

“Fiiine. Night, Scott.”

Cross That Line, A CS October AU

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It’s before five in the morning in the small town of Trenton, and Emma is already awake, dragging herself into a cold pullover at the expense of leaving her warm bed behind. The sheets are hopelessly wrinkled, her comforter half-fallen on the floor where she rolled out of it earlier, her pillow sitting sad and lonely on the very edge of the mattress as if trying to make her feel guilty on purpose.

I’ll be back tonight, she thinks forlornly, shoving her feet into her boots as cold as the floor under her socks.  

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Cheater (Luke) Part 5

Wooohoo Part 5… I’m guessing they’ll be one or two more parts and then maybe an epilogue if people want it? Sorry for the ending ;-)

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The first time you see Calum you don’t exactly have a normal reunion. As in it wasn’t shouting, it wasn’t screaming, it wasn’t crying. It was hugging. And this is where it gets interesting. You didn’t meet in a place you’d expect to meet, not like a house or in a park. You have your reunion in the hospital.

 But let’s go back a few hours to refresh your memory.

 "Kirsten, where the hell are you? You’ve been gone for over twenty four hours, call me back okay? I’m really worried!“ You hang up after recording the thousandth message on your daughter’s phone. According to her friends she left early Saturday morning, claiming she had something to do. Now Sunday morning, she’s yet to make an appearance and nobody’s seen her in over a day. 

 "Luke I’m worried.” You mutter as you fall on the sofa next to him. He frowns and pulls you closer to his chest. “It’ll be okay, Y/N. Noah, Ashton and Michael are all out looking and I’m sure someone will find her soon.” You bite your lip and he squeezes you softly. “How about we make a deal. You call Calum now and explain the situation, then at midday if she hasn’t turned up, we call the police to report a missing person.” You tense up in his arms at the mention of your husband.

 "I don’t ever want to see his face again.“ You say harshly and Luke uses his hand to rub soft circles on your skin. “And I never want to see Rachael again either. But if it was Noah who’d gone missing and only she knew about it, I’d sure as hell want to know. She’s his daughter as well.” He reminds you and you whine quietly. “Fine, I’ll call him. Only because you’re being annoying.” You stick your tongue out and pull your phone out of your pocket. 

 You hesitate and your finger hovers over the call button. Over the course of the last few days you’ve had hundreds of texts and phone calls from Calum yet you’ve ignored them all. He deserves it, you tell yourself but still feel a little guilty.

 "Here goes nothing.“ You announce more to yourself than anybody else. Luke heaves his tall figure off the couch and waltzes over to you quickly. His soft lips press against the lines of worry on your forehead and you smile weakly at him. "Good luck Y/N.” He murmurs deeply into your ear before walking out. You stand rooted to the spot for the moment and your hand reaches up to dance over the spot still tingling from his warm lips. 

 "Y/N?“ Calum’s voice crackles down the line and your eyes fill with sudden tears. "C-Calum?” You wipe your eyes and clear your throat, trying to disguise your moment of weakness. “Babygirl I’m so sorry, please come home so I can explain-” you cut him off. 

 "We can talk about that later but in the meantime, when was the last time you saw Kirsten?“ Worry seeps into your voice and you sit back down on the sofa, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. "Not since you abducted her from our household.” He spits angrily and you roll your eyes. “Chill Cal. Where are you at the moment?” You ask him and he hums softly.

 "Rachael and Luke’s house. Oh yeah, that was the other thing. Have you seen Luke or Noah recently? Rachael is freaking out because they packed up and left.“ You bite your tongue and decide now is the time to admit to Calum everything you know.

 "Calum I know everything that happened with you and Rachael. So does Luke, so does Michael, so does Ashton. Luke’s staying at Michael’s with me, Noah and Kirsten at the moment whilst we figure out what we’re doing.” You explain and sit back, sinking into the plush cushions. 

 "I-I. I don’t know what to say Y/N. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done it to you and I’m a dick. And I know that won’t fix it, and I won’t be able to. But why did you call me if you know all of that?“ You can hear the edge of tears tinting his voice and sigh. "Calum, Kirsten’s missing.” You break the news to him and hear a sharp intake of breath.

 "What do you mean, she’s gone?“ Panic laces his voice and you use your left hand to wipe the beginnings of tears from your misty eyes. "She left Dani’s house yesterday and hasn’t reappeared. We’ve been searching for the past day but we haven’t been able to find her. Do you have any idea where she could be?” You see Luke stick his head round the door and he mimics leaving the house. You nod and he shoots you a wink before turning and exiting via the front door.

 "Shit. I don’t know where she is, as I said I haven’t seen her since you both left. Do you want me to call the police?“ Your eyes flicker to your watch and you stare at the face, biting your lip. "Yeah, call them. I’ll phone the hospital just in case then I’ll rejoin the guys out searching for her. I’ll call you if I hear anything.” He agrees and you disconnect the call. 

 You quickly input the number for your local hospital and leap to your feet. The water hits the bottom of the kettle as you fill it up and put it to boil. Nothing helps to clam you down like a good ole mug of tea. 

 "Hello, Riverbank Hospital Reception, how may I help you?“ You use a teaspoon to poke the floating teabag in your mug and construct your answer. "I was calling to ask if my daughter has been admitted here recently? She disappeared yesterday and we’re out looking for her. She’s fourteen, has long dark hair, brown eyes. Probably wearing some kind of dark clothing?” You try to describe your daughter in as much detail as you can and wait with baited breaths as clicks on a keyboard float down the line. 

 "We have an unidentified patient who matches your description admitted yesterday at 1800 hours. Her phone was found crushed, it had a dark green case on it?“ You pale and spit out your tea. "That’s it, that’s her. Is she okay? What happened?” You shoot and rush to get the car keys.

 "She was crossing a road down at Sainsbury’s avenue and a truck collided with her. I can’t disclose any more information without you being here, I’m sorry.“ You run out of the house and hang up quickly, jumping into your car and firing up the engine. Your phone connects over Bluetooth and you call Calum first. 

 "Calum, I found her. She’s in the hospital, a truck hit her but I don’t know how bad it is yet. I’ll see you there in a few.” You don’t wait for a reply before hanging up and calling Luke. “Y/N, we haven’t found her yet but Michael reckons-” you cut him off. 

 "Luke she’s in the hospital. A-a truck hit her.“ A sob escapes your body and you hear Luke relaying the news to the others. "Oh god Y/N. Are you okay? Where are you?” You shake your head, more to yourself than anybody else. 

 "I-I’m weird. It hasn’t quite hit yet, I’m sure it will. Where are you all? I can come pick you up if you’re nearby.“ You offer, quietly cursing at the traffic blocking your path. "Morgan’s Park.” Michael shouts down the line and you nod. “Okay, I’ll come get you. See you in two minutes.”

 You’re lucky you don’t meet any cops as you speed down the road because you’re going at least twenty over the legal speed limit for the majority of your journey. By the time you’ve got to the park, the guys are all waiting anxiously. You pull over and roll down your window. “Get in losers, we’re going to the hospital.” A watery laugh escapes you and they quickly bundle in. Luke gets the passenger seat and Noah ends up sandwiched between Michael and Garrett in the back. 

 Luke reaches over and pulls you into a shaky hug. “She’ll be okay- you’ll be okay- we’ll be okay.” He stammers nervously and you pat his knee reassuringly. “I just need to get there and find out what she’s like.” Luke nods and you speed off. 

 The rest of the journey is done in a tense silence. The skin at the back of your neck is tingling and nerves fly through you as you finally pull into the hospital’s car park. You all scramble out of the car and run into the reception. You’re sure you’re looking awful as pants escape your lips but you don’t care. All you care about is how Kirsten is. 

 "We-We’re here to see Kirsten Hood.“ You manage, gulping for more air as the large woman situated behind the desk raises her eyebrows at you. "And who might you be?” She questions and you shuffle from one foot to another. “Her mother.” You say quickly. “Y/N Hood?” You wince but nod. “And who are these people?” You think quickly and come up with a cover story. “These are her uncles. They’re from France and speak no English.” Better to eliminate any talking the guys have to do so they don’t mess everything up. 

 "Immediate family only.“ Her gravely voice sends shivers down your spine. "Okay fine. They can wait in the waiting room. Which ward is she in?” You dismiss the news and get straight to the point. “Intensive Care ward 3.” You shoot off down the corridor as quickly as you can, the guys following you. 

“Y/N!” Luke grabs a hold on your arm and pulls you into his surprisingly buff chest. “You need to calm down a little, everything’s going to be alright.” He whispers into your ear as you shake your head. “Luke let me go.” You say firmly but he hangs on, his grip tightening. “Luke, I said let me go. Now!” You wriggle out of his arms and continue sprinting down the corridor.

 There’s a large door at the end of the seemingly endless corridor and you linger outside for a moment. What if she’s dying? What if she’s in a coma? What if she’s forgotten everything? What if- 

 "Y/N!“ Calum comes screeching down the corridor, tripping slightly on the smooth sterile surface. He barrels into you and pulls you into a tearful hug. You both stand there, intertwined with each other’s warm, shaky bodies for a good minute or so before a nurse opens the ward door and clears her throat menacingly. 

 You both spring apart and you quickly avert your eyes. "Can I help you?” Her voice is steely cold and Calum stiffens beside you. “Yes actually. We’re here to see our daughter.” The nurse squints down at her clipboard and looks from you both to the writing several times. “Kirsten Hood?” She questions uncertainly and you nod smoothly. “Right this way.” Nurse Flounder turns around and barges back into the busy ward. 

 All around you huddles of people are clustered around noisy beds, doctors and nurses are rushing about and the constant drone of machines and pumps fill your ears. Beeps echo through the spacious area and your breath hitches in the back of your throat as you spot her. Kirsten. In a bed at the back of the hall. 

 "Kirsten!“ You exclaim and run towards her. Before you can reach her, Nurse Flounder raises a meaty hand and blocks your path. "Mrs Hood I’m going to have to explain the current situation to you and your husband before I can let you both interact with her.” A shadow passes across her face and you glare at her. “What do you mean, explain the situation? What’s wrong with her? Is she okay?” The nerves flutter in the pit of your stomach and she gently takes your elbow. 

 "You should both sit down.“ She steers you and Calum to a bunch of chairs in a secluded corner of the ward and pulls some curtains around you all, sealing you off and dulling some of the background noises. "Your daughter was hit by a truck as she crossed a road. It was a direct impact, straight to her ribcage. Normally, with the speed and the distance she flew, she would be dead. It’s practically a miracle that she’s still breathing.” Her voice delivers the words you’ve been dreading. “She’s suffered from several broken ribs, a punctured lung and some abdominal bleeding.” Your breathing hitches and you grab Calum’s clammy hand as worry seeps all over you. 

 "We couldn’t do anything as she’s an unconscious minor, but now we can go ahead. Mr and Mrs Hood, can we operate on your daughter to repair her broken insides?“ It’s such a ridiculous question you can’t help but laugh. Calum shoots you a stern looks and turns back to address the nurse. "What happens if she doesn’t get the surgery? And what are the risks?” She sighs and clasps her hands.

 "The bleeding’s pretty severe and her lungs and major internal organs are all slowly failing. It’s a 40:60 chance of survival but I’m afraid we don’t have any choice. Mr and Mrs Hood, if we don’t operate immediately your daughter will certainly die.“

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*au in which they met in NYC as NYADA students, sort of a bash au too

*warning for description of injury/violence/bashing

Pain shoots red-hot through his head, his leg, his shoulder. He refuses to look at his wrist, which doesn’t hurt but he knows he’d been grabbed hard enough for it to bruise, no thanks to the fact that he bruises easily in the first place. He’d jammed the middle three fingers on the other hand, his left, when he’d tried to catch himself on the concrete; those do hurt, he realizes numbly.

He needs his phone. He doesn’t have it; they took it when they ran off, those cowards, so there’s no calling the police or Rachel. He could get up and walk along the street until he comes across someone who might be able to help, but it’s risky this late at night in such a neighborhood, and those guys are still out there somewhere, probably thinking he’d been knocked out. He’d come close to it, that’s for sure.

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