An hour took ages to pass. Two hundred and fifteen cars, and Fin's ribs and appendix throbbing with every breath. Just go home, they said, but he didn't. He told Selema he had run away. For one night, at least.
And then, just before car two hundred and sixteen, Danny was back with one, two, three, four other men. All big, all looking at him.
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