“Love you, Babe,” he texted. He shoved his phone in his jacket and got out of his car. A car driving way too fast roared up behind him. He was afraid it would hit the older woman and the little girl ahead of him. He saw an arm holding a pistol extend from the window. He yelled, “Gun, get down,” at the woman and leaped for the arm. He grabbed hold as all his weight dropped to the ground. He heard bones break and the gun fell beside him. The car roared away and he struggled to see the license plate.
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