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Now she did hit the deck, eyes wide at the click of the safety and ice cream splattering her upholstery as the bucket bounced off of the floor. As the bullet tore through the couch, she was tumbling from behind it and down through the hall door to take off at a run down to the bedroom. The door slammed behind her, and the apartment went silent. She knew that cake was going to be the end of her, one way or another.