. . . and he walks past a security checkpoint. One of the guards calls to him and says to stop, but he takes off running. The guard raises his rifle, takes aim, and shoots him dead in the street. The other guard stares at him.
"What did you do that for?" he asks.
"Curfew violation," the other guard says.
"Curfew violation? Curfew isn't for another half hour!"
"I know. That's my friend. I know where he lives. He never would have made it."
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