The scream ricocheted off my building, swam -- as if chased by a shark -- through the parking garage across the street. The firetruck three stories below bellowed hard and pushed past the stoplight, its yell echoing, trapped inside the tunnel the two buildings created. Sound bouncing between, like a fly caught between two panes of glass in a window.
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