Aslan Norval

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“She hit that poor guy.”

“Probably one of those rich ladies who don’t even know what to do with their millions.”

“She’ll probably settle the whole matter with a few measly dollars.”

“And the poor man will be stuck a cripple for the rest of his life.”

“If he doesn’t die on the way to the hospital.”

“Hang or gas her. In my opinion, they should electrocute the murderers who race around in their cars like this.”

“You are speaking the truth, miss. A seemingly decent person gets behind the wheel—”

“Yes, and before you know it, they turn into a bloodthirsty monster.”

“They can’t go fast enough.”

“They don’t even care how many people are crushed beneath their wheels, if it means they can get to their cocktail or their round of canasta ten seconds earlier.”

Suddenly, two police officers interrupted theses outraged comments. They’d rushed to the scene to figure out why people were congregated there. At this time of day, the street was busier than normal, although it was never really calm. The people standing at the corner of Thirty-Fourth were usually in a hurry, afraid of being late. Now, however, their curiosity proved stronger than their fear.

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