The fat man lay on the ground, motionless and pale. His eyes were open, but there was no life in them. He had been searching for the hippie CTM for weeks, but it had all come to an end here on the cold, damp ground. He had been so close to his goal when his pursuers had caught up with him. He had put up a brave fight, but he had been outnumbered and outgunned. The bullets had ripped through his body like a hot knife through butter, leaving him lying here in a pool of his own blood.
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