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It started running around in the middle of the intersection. People in the street scattered out of the way. Some of the cops tried to make a human cordon around the thing, but the rest of them were too busy wiping slime out of their eyes to be any use.

"It looks upset," I said.

Ben kissed his teeth. "Don't be stupid, girl. It don't have a face. So how you going to know if it's upset or not?"

"Rich ran around in circles like that the day I dropped his iPod and broke it."