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  • The walls
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    When the last bell rang we strolled outside and he led to towards a motorbike. "That yours?" I asked it was a dumb question. "No" he replied while taking out his keys. It was. -------------- Blood was on the walls. Blood was on the floor. Blood was on his hands. "I'm sorry." he didn't get up, but he said it again. N...

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