Hari couldn't run no more. They had lost sight of their assailant a while back. They just kept running and running. They didn't know what else to do. Through the crowd mall in Jamal, across the killer crowd of Durbarmarg, they were sprinting towards Krishna Pauroti. His heart could give away any moment now, or his body would melt, his feet could just give up and he would and up a pile of bones and muscles unable to move until someone called the ambulance. What would they say anyway. Someone had been chasing them and then not....but...that didn't make any sense. If he didn't die of heart collapse he'd die of embarrassment, running like a couple if stupid oafs for no reason. His clothes were drenched, drops of sweat ran down his cheeks and onto his neck. His throat was parched as musty dry leather.
Bro, he shouted. His voice sounded hoarse and throaty. Bro, bro, can't run anymore. We're safe now. Let's get some coke Fanta, he said slowing down his pace. His partner slowed down and looked back. What's wrong bro, that man might catch us, he said.
Noo... Gasp for air...no, we lost him.... desperate gasp...long time ago, I'm going to have a heart attack now...gasp...let's just stop, he said, slowing his pace to brisk walk.
He went? Bro, you should have said earlier, having trouble breathing, let's get something to drink then. Chill bro, chill, you won't get a heart attack
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