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  • The cold morning air burns my cheeks like flames to my eyes. Sitting on the rough-graded sidewalk waiting for the danger that is about to happen. A white car with blue and red lights comes crusing around the corner and a spotlight that sends chills down my spine. Panic comes like an earthquake inside my body. Running not fast, but swift like a fox hiding in the bushes like a hunter. Screeching around the corner comes a black jeep with tinted windows and wheels that shine in the lights of the streetlamp. A calmness returns to my body as I open the door and a gust of sweet smoke dances out of the door. Not knowing what the day will bring - only sure of the pain in the eyes of the one that cares praying that I will come home safe into her arms.
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