The reader standing beside me trembled slightly, shoulders tense, and whispered softly, “Don’t try to fight. On the count of three, let’s just run.” Judging by his demeanor, this man had probably read *Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint* all the way to the end. No doubt about it. Or even if he hadn’t, I’d still forgive him. “You should run, mister. You don’t look...
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