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Blair watched the blood drip from his fingers.
Ok. I stayed in the truck like a good little observer, and look what it got me.
I was just sitting here, minding my own business. Bang! I duck. Boom! Glass everywhere.
Should stop the bleeding. No, shouldn't move. Covered in glass.
Where's Jim? I hope he's OK.
"Blair!"
There he is. Jim to the rescue.
Blair felt a rush of air, then the glass was carefully brushed off.
"I stayed in the truck, Jim."
"I know. You'll be ok."
"I never doubted it."
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