He moves slowly towards the door. His heart is beating so fast he can feel the blood pulsing through his fingertips. Mere touch would rupture his leather thick skin. He counts the steps, telling himself that it will be calming, though it’s only successful in bringing him closer to his fate. Eight. Nine. Ten. Each step louder than the first on the
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Anyone want to go to Europe? I know a good cargo ship we can hide out on. I can also make some fake credit cards. I've got a friend with one of these...