Finished Folds (61—63)

• 6
  He felt good. He felt free from the shackles of indentured servitude. Picking up his pink backpack, he rose to his feet and headed for the door. He had finally won.

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• 3
  He lined up the glasses in a row and started filling them with cheap tequila. I looked him in the eye and knocked back the first one with a grimace. I could feel a familiar burn.

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• 2
  take the money and run. I leapt over the body of a fallen cowboy and took off for the exit. I was almost there when I was blinded by a flash of light and an explosion.

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