I look him dead in the eye.
In a moment I will be looked at by his dead eyes.
Isn't there guilt in me?
Isn't there fear?
Am I not realising the fact that I'm . . . . . I . . . . .
I shoot.
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Документальная прозаA collection of short stories that I've heard of having possibly happened and my imagination imagining what would have happened. All of these stories are true, partly or wholly. Also, the title is slightly misleading: I don't want to comment, but ev...
