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[i]The man had noticed her reaching behind her back. A taser? Pepper spray? Perhaps even a gun. Donny slid his left hand into the side pocket of his trench coat as if it weren't no big thang, looking up so that she could see his face.

Deep sunk eyes. A porno stache. No eyebrows. For fucks sake, he was a ginger. Ewww. But...

His faint, dorky smile came easy, and he looked like the sort of schmuck that would fit in at the local YMCA, doing jumping jacks in neon short shorts with all the other wimpy dads. Then again, the real nasty ones always looked unsuspecting, didn't they? A face doesn't define a bad guy.

He'd continue walking until he was only a few feet away from her.[/i]


[color=a36209]"Ayuh, but is dang'rous aouwt heeyuh mam, what with awll thuh rapists an' thuh gangstas... T'ain't naow place for a pretty lil' white wummun t'hang arouwnd."[/color]