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Stacy screamed in panic and swung her arm. It was holding a hardback and
the corner caught the man on his temple. He went sprawling over a table
full of One-A-Day Calendars (half-off) and thumped hard to the floor.
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He sprang up, a nasty silver pistol in each hand.
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He staggered to his feet, blood streaming from a head wound.
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A ninja star thunks deep into Stacy's left arm.
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The man...the man is dead.
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Stacy has just knocked out the manager, who thought he was playing a joke on a female employee. Nobody bothers Stacy because hey, what a horrible joke.
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The man, stunned but moving, is holding an eight by ten showing him and Stacy kissing.
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