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they were almost out of lawnmower hell. one more push down the slope. well aimed pellet rifles broke their skin. a good one skiffed the back of his neck, luckily never in the eyes. a few of them took shots from a gutted school bus, wrecked in the middle of the woods. it was good cover. hed never get a good shot back. it wasnt worth it. he only ran. carrying the lemonade mix close to his heart he would make it back to the neighborhood and mrs.cooley would know how to patch him up. even in hell she could do that.