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I had six shots in me.
Her hair bristled in the wind, as she bent to make sure I was well and truly dead.
I could smell her.
Damn the day this tawny tramp came to my office, so hot you had to help.
"Feeling better?" she smiled.
"How'd you get six shots in a lady pistol?"
I croaked.
Then the darkness closed in ...
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