My arms and wrists held out! Huzzahs and medals for all here at picowrimo I say.
I reached for the tissue box next to my recliner and padded my gun wound. The bullet had shot through the muscle and tissue of my upper thigh, passing clean through. The tissues did nothing to stem the blood flow. I staggered for the kitchen and my first aid box. ‘I don’t have it,’ I snapped, collapsing onto a stool. So it didn’t hurt, but being shot in the leg is still an inconvenience. ‘I passed it onto my client. Why don’t you go shoot her? She’d scream for you.’ He followed me, a pitbull in Armani, ready to attack again.
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My arms and wrists held out! Huzzahs and medals for all here at
I reached for the tissue box next to my recliner and padded my gun wound. The bullet had shot through the muscle and tissue of my upper thigh, passing clean through. The tissues did nothing to stem the blood flow. I staggered for the kitchen and my first aid box. ‘I don’t have it,’ I snapped, collapsing onto a stool. So it didn’t hurt, but being shot in the leg is still an inconvenience. ‘I passed it onto my client. Why don’t you go shoot her? She’d scream for you.’
He followed me, a pitbull in Armani, ready to attack again.