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"
Now
get
the
fuck
out
of
bed
,
"
Tyler
said
,
"
and
get
your
ass
into
the
fucking
car
.
"
So
Tyler
and
I
are
up
on
top
of
the
Parker-Morris
Building
with
the
gun
stuck
in
my
mouth
.
We
're
down
to
our
last
ten
minutes
.
The
Parker-Morris
Building
wo
n't
be
here
in
ten
minutes
.
I
know
this
because
Tyler
knows
this
.
The
barrel
of
the
gun
pressed
against
the
back
of
my
throat
,
Tyler
says
,
"
We
wo
n't
really
die
.
"
I
tongue
the
gun
barrel
into
my
surviving
cheek
and
say
,
Tyler
,
you
're
thinking
of
vampires
.
We
're
down
to
our
last
eight
minutes
.
The
gun
is
just
in
case
the
police
helicopters
get
here
sooner
.
To
God
,
this
looks
like
one
man
alone
,
holding
a
gun
in
his
own
mouth
,
but
it
's
Tyler
holding
the
gun
,
and
it
's
my
life
.
You
take
a
98-percent
concentration
of
fuming
nitric
acid
and
add
the
acid
to
three
times
that
amount
of
sulfuric
acid
.
