A shiver ran up Woody’s spine as he hurried past the protesters and their openly carried guns. He was grateful to be able to feel that shiver, as it hadn’t been at all certain he would regain sensation in his legs, let alone walk again after a stray bullet from a random shooter had grazed his spinal cord three years ago. He’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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