Sometimes you really want to kill the people who need it.
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It had been, as someone once wrote, another shitty day in paradise. It had been in the 70's in Lake Arrowhead and I was driving back home from the cabin of an old cop friend. I'd had some wine and one shot of Rye over the long course of lunch and dinner and I was wide awake and sober. Which was a good thing. I was headed down a very curvy forest road towards the 210.
My headlights caught a flash of movement ahead and to the right. I slowed the ZL1 and focused on it. It was a woman - no, a young girl, maybe 13 or 14, running naked in the gravel to the right of the road. As I got closer I could see that her feet were a little bloody.
I sped up a little, got past her, then stopped the car and got out. She stopped run
