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Part 4; The Choice
The next thing Tim remembered was the back seat of a police cruiser with a policeman holding smelling salts under his nose. Tim was bruised on his face badly, and could barely open his eyes.
Tim was still in a fog, when the police cruiser he was in was slammed by another car. The car, then abruptly continued to head south down the freeway to the Mexican border. Tim, seizing this opportunity, ran across the freeway, hopped over the railing, and ran toward the Pacific Ocean as fast as his legs would carry him. Tim threw off his jacket and his shirt, and continued to run away from the policemen. Tim heard the gunshots, and saw dirt fly up around him, but was never once shot. Tim dove into the ocean, and swam North as fast as he could back toward San Clemente. Meanwhile, clouds had already formed and it was beginning to rain.
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