He stalled the car and leaned his head against the headrest. He let out a big sigh.
The men were after him. Again. How many times was Corny going to have to run from these guys? How did they always find him? Why didn't the man with no hair just purchase Rogain? His mind was flooded and he realized he needed to get going before they set the dogs on his scent again.
As he was leaving the fish mart he wondered why him and the men always pretended to be strangers when they found him.
Well, another day, another circus, another lifetime of thinking about the things he had done.
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