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​     Damn! Damn! Trevor didn't waste time getting the rest of the way dressed. He ran barefooted and bare chested out into the cold, winter morning. He was only sixteen years old, for God's sake! He'd been on his way to school! He didn't know what to...he had no idea how to...

     He'd been on his way to school on his motor scooter. 

     Lucky for him, he still had the keys to the scooter in the front pocket of his jeans.

     He hopped on the scooter, fired it up, and took off. 

     And, really, it wasn't until then, until he careened down the street going as fast as his scooter would let him, which was about forty miles an hour, that he noticed...

     noticed... 

​     Damn it. Damn it, he was so stupid!

​     He still had the gun! He'd had it the whole time he'd climbed on his scooter and zoomed away! 

​     Damn!

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