User:Theabolitionist

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I smile apathetically, waving at the hordes of people in Dallas. I feel uneasy and can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching me, lying in wait. Today’s amphetamines must be wearing off. I glance down at the clock on the Lincoln’s dash, half past twelve. Christ when will this end. The excruciating Texas heat and lack of air conditioning makes Boston’s weather seem that much better. As the motorcade completes its turn onto Elm Street I see a young boy who looks a lot like my son, homesick I flash a labored smile and he graciously returns it. Behind me I hear a crack like a jet taking off. It suddenly gets hard to breath. My wife blankly stares at The Driver, the passenger and myself simultaneously. The car slows down and I lifelessly slump forward.