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Uncontrolled Fate
"Uh oh, says Lance. "I can see the police. I better pick up some speed."
I can still see the prison behind me after five long minutes of hard running through three-foot tall weeds. The searchlights from helicopters above provide adequate lighting for me. I take one step at a time trying not to make any unnecessary noise. As I strip down to my shorts and t-shirt I take notice to how cold it is outside. I haven't seen daylight in months due to the fact that I'm confined to my tiny death cell. I am approaching what seems to be a forest. I see hundreds if not thousands of tall,
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Approximate pages: 8
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