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You hit the ground and roll over in an attempt to get as far away from the gas pump as you can. Your swift action saves your life, for moments later the motorcycle ploughs into the pump, exploding in a ball of bright flame. A wave of searing heat washes over your back, and, as you stagger to your feet and turn to look at the fire now raging on the gas station forecourt, you break out in a cold sweat thinking how close you came to death.
Uneasily you wipe your forehead with the back of your trembling hand as you turn and walk away from the crackling inferno.
