What does he want?
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The man shouted something, his words muffled by the glass. Ethan gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.
“What does he want from me? Why can’t he just leave me alone?” For a moment, Ethan actually contemplated hitting the man with his car. “Just a small bump.” But in the end, he couldn’t manage it.
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