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274. How queer, the pink elephant thought

How queer, the pink elephant thought. And how thrilling, for it had never laid eyes on a human before.

Come and see, it yelled at its friends. Come and see this peculiar fellow on his barstool trying to swat me away.

 

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178. The car hurls over the edge

The car hurls over the edge and plummets onto the rocks. The airbag inflates but it hardly cushions the blow. Glass fragments whirl all around you, drawing blood, as the cold metal bends round your legs, piercing flesh and crushing bone. Fortunately the adrenaline washes away the pain. Momentarily at least.

 

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