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17. A LOW-CLASS THIEF

The man, not at all young but also not old, choked on his spit. That wasn't supposed to be my business. However, he choked once more and then again. Soon, blood flew out of his mouth and into my face and before I could move an inch away in repulsion, he falls to the floor.

So with celerity, I was moving instead towards him with panic and concern.

He continues to jerk on the floor and frankly, I didn't know when I began to yell for assistance.

Funny enough, no one comes to my aid.

The man was still conscious and so, I crouched next to him, urging him to stay with me, holding him and supporting his head. I yelled for a stethoscope since mine wasn't with me.

A few more jerks and his body stops moving. I start to check his pulse but I couldn't feel anything. His neck, his wrist, and I could feel no movement at all.

Almost immediately, two official personnel run towards me, in blue overalls and masks over their faces.

"Step aside, ma'am." One of them, the female says. Carefully, they tak
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