As I was running through the backstreets of Las
Vegas I was the epitome of free. The moon that I so much adore was as full as
full can be, Bob Marley was playing through my headphones, and I was so
blissful as I pushed my body to its limit. On the contrary I ran passed a crime
scene. There was a man sitting on the curb of the road with his hands
handcuffed behind his back. There were many police cars, police officers,
ambulances, and paramedics. Madness.
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