'Hey! We got a hurt guy here! Hurt guy!' jumping up and down now like one of those numbass bootscooters on The Nashville Network, feeling like a jerk but doing it anyway. 'And you went to the counter . “You’re not hearing me. He got an arm up and tried to shove the thing off, his fingers slipped on its slick, newborn skin.
The wind was keen against his throbbing face. 'Nope,' he says. If he's lucky, he'll be right-side-up. Out here there was no one to help, only that big whup-whup-whup smacking into his ears and all that swirling snow going down his throat and into his lungs, making him cough.
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