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Message: <blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 762364" data-attributes="member: 1255">Monday, 6:03pmOn the streets, South Side"CALL THE COPS!" Macario screams again, digging his feet into the ground and leaning harder into the door with his back.  He needed to keep this guy out as long as possible, but he was sure he couldn't do it forever, or even for very long.  He looked about the store for another bolt hole, another escape route that would get him out of this situation.  Sweat rolled down his body in waves, and he felt like his was standing in a furnace.  His feet were soggy and uncomfortable , his back was aching.  And his nose itched maddeningly.  He wanted to scratch it.  Sit down.  Take off his coat.  Maybe go to sleep.  But he wasn't about to give in to any of his urges right now, especially when they could get him killed.</blockquote>