I was less than a mile, a matter of feet (and as my speedometer suggested, seconds) from home, when the cannons sparked blue and furious from behind. I had just been about to lose a game of Risk at my friend's house, which I took as my cue to leave, and now the game had come to life to mow me and the remaining little red soldiers in my pocket down
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