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Show 192 had been terribly broken at one time, blackheads were strewn across it, in the corners of the nostrils. At the last handful, the bag was yanked from her hand. "Come on!" The bones in her legs were melting, she suddenly thought. She was going to fall down, she didn't have any legs. "Come on!" He grabbed her, his fingers clawing into her. At his touch, his smell came rolling over her-an acrid pungent stink, overwhelming. "Do what I say, goddamn you!" Yes! As long as she did want he wanted, he wasn't going to hurt her. It was simple! She was so thankful that she knew that now. Her only concern was to determine what he wanted. Now he wanted her to walk. It was simple. She started down the counter, but was jerked back the other way, toward the rear of the store. Down the aisle he marched her, back toward the prescription area. The pharmacist was typing and Steve was down to one side of him, stapling the address labels onto the prescription bags and stacking them into his cardboard box. She had not known they were there, what they were doing, she had not taken her eyes off the man until now-even when emptying the register, her vision had somehow remained locked on him. As they approached, the pharmacist glanced up from his typing. Roughly, she was shoved aside. "Just stay where you are!" the man commanded. "Everybody! Just stay where you are!" "What is this?" the pharmacist said weakly, afraid of his own |