Description The shadow crossed in front of the car so fast I didn\'t have time to stop.
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Her hair, dark, bobbed, was plastered to her head and face.
Instinctively, my hand went for my gun and rested on the grip as she approached.
Looking out through the deluge it was difficult to make out the figure coming towards the driver\'s window, but as it came closer I could see it was a girl, just a kid.
I hit the brakes hard and swerved into the mud at the side of the road.
Description The shadow crossed in front of the car so fast I didn\'t have time to stop