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Show (, Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 217 of 307 He was choking. He clearly couldn't breathe. "He's suffocating!" I said this with probably too much alarm. The air was even hard for us to breathe because of a fine mist of the pepper spray rising up off the writhing target. "That's because this is bug spray! Bug spray! Do you hear me, Dale!" She leaned closer to him, nailing him with all the pepper spray she could. Her eyes turning red from rage and the burning of the capsicum molecules. "Bug spray!" She turned to me, "You left the kids in the car. Get back to them." I headed back to the car. I wasn't worried about her. I was actually worried about him. He looked pathetic. Blood was pooling under his head, escaping what was clearly a broken nose I called to her, "Don't kill him, Sarah. It's not right." She flashed me an angry glare, "I'm defending myself!" I turned and walked back to the car and called over my shoulder, "From what?" "From next time! Do you get it, from next time!" The spray in her hand sputtered out it's last molecules of mist. She pulled another out just as Dale was catching a breath. "If I don't end this here, it never ends. Don't you get it!" "It's none of my business. I'll see you at the car. I was never here. Do what you need to do." |