[Puff, puff, puff. Worked up and smarting he is trying to play it all off like he could go again for longer. He could. And take em all out with his fists and bullets. Cool it, Dimmy. You can't. That's jail time, Mexican jail time because there's no way they have enough cash to bribe for a joint shoot up. And they're already running.
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The dabbing brings him back. Sniff. Snuff.]
I'm okay.
[He wiggles his nose.]
Is it bleeding?