Peace Out

It was a riot like any other: cops, hippies, tear gas, mayhem.

I saw her a little too late.

The uniform, dichotomous dimples, mesmerizing green-gray eyes—

electric with hate as she drew a bead, grinned, and squeezed the trig…

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