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Writing Prompt 52 - Chris Sarantopoulos
Everyone around me panicked and ran and trampled each other to get out, go someplace safe. Fools. What difference would it make? I noticed a woman at the other end of the bar eyeing me, calm as a meditating monk. I threaded my way to her. “Not running for your life?” I asked. “Nope,” she…