Suburban stalker

He crashed through the underbrush, feeling it tearing and trapping, no longer really caring if he left visual or auditory footprints. His legs trembled; his heart was on fire, assaulting his ribcage with big punitive thrusts. He had no breath left.

“I’ll be caught for sure,

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