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Submitted to Contest #305
I stared at the crowd and told the biggest lie of my life. “She was dead when I got here!”But she hadn’t been. Not really. She’d been teetering on the precipice, with one foot out the door but one still shackled to this mortal coil.I’d tried to help, really I had, but I wasn’t a doctor or a paramedic or an EMT. I hadn’t even been a Boy Scout and was never prepared for anything, especially not a dying woman in the alley behind the diner where I worked as a line cook. I’d stepped outside for a quick cigarette, still wearing my thin latex glove...
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