Ray never thought he was claustrophobic, but as he was pressed against the alley wall by the protective back of a friend, he suddenly questioned the possibility. Or maybe he was just terrified that his best friend Michael had punched the day lights out of two men and there was still another advancing with a knife. Yeah, maybe that was it. He couldn't stop himself shaking, and yet as Michael looked at him with a reassuring bloody grin and a black eye, Ray knew he wasn't scared for himself.
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