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High Hopes
"How do you know, when you’re ready to run?" asked the boy with a dirty face full of scars. "You listen to the shot, and then you run — right to that van over there" Michael took a sip from his bottle. He didn’t like to talk much, because he was a doer, not a thinker. That thing came in handy when the war had broken out in the small city somewhere in California. Well, it actually painted all the States black, but the first shots were heard there, in Oakland. Michael had never been to anywhere...