Was the uniformed stranger staring?
Dave felt increasingly uncomfortable. Drug trafficking is 15 years. Dave was running off the train, up the stairs, but he's gaining. "I'm going down," Dave thinks as he guzzles Es. His body gives, he falls. The stranger speaks. "Do you have a ticket, sir?"
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