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Show The woman started down the street. "Wait," said the man who had followed her out of the building. "You're okay. Everything's all right. Stop and think." "I've done enough thinking," said the woman. He caught up to her at the first intersection where he tried to stop her from crossing against the light, but she broke from his grasp. "What about us?" he called to her through the new traffic. "If you would just hold on one minute we could talk about us." She did not hold on. She did not look back. She began to run, a slow jog into the soft rain. From where he stood the man watched the second light turn from green to red. At his feet, on the wet sidewalk, he thought he could see the diluted splattering of blood. For a moment he imagined it was his own. When she got to the second light the woman stopped to look back but the man had turned around by then and was already headed for the door of "Pacific Biologies." She wondered if he would manage to collect her blood money. |