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gin to bawl. "I'm sorry ... " She be- ken sobs of anguish I place a gentle
gins to say. hand on Joe's shoulder and cry,
"I'm sorry."
BAM! BAM! BAM! Three deaf-
ening shots crack from behind me. My sight is drawn to a large
Three lifeless bodies drop to the pool of blood and through that glass
floor like heavy potato sacks. What window at the end of the hall I can
feels like days later I stand up onto hear the drip, drip of the unrelent-
heavy legs and limp arms. I walk ing rain.
over a few steps and through bro-
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