She gave me a long look, and I knew what she wanted, but. The rage needed some target or he'd turn into one of those people that drive their cars through restaurant windows and start shooting strangers. The smile was gone. Audience participation was great as long as the audience wants to participate.
I peeked around the corner, my finger on the trigger, spraying down the hallway. It felt like I'd pulled a foot worth of skin off with them, a sharp, grinding ache, like it would hurt to touch the skin. I thought of one thing. I switched the gun to my left hand, and let out a breath, long and soft, until my shoulders were relaxed.
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