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Covering the lighter with one hand, I lit the cigarette as a gust of wind blew toward me. This has always been a windy spot being so high up with no cover. Still, I enjoy coming up here to smoke when the day’s been tough and, trust me, it’s been a tough last few days.

As another gust of wind came, I suddenly realized I wasn’t alone. “Hello? Who’s there?”

Whoever it was was quiet but not quiet enough. Before I could say another word, cold metal pressed against my temple and the coldest voice I’ve ever heard, “Don’t move.”

(100 words)

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