HeartShaped Wounds
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"911 what's your emergency?" "My boyfriend was shot we need an ambulance now.!"
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"He was shot 3 times in the shoulder, gunshot wounds very close to right lung. Morphine, NOW!" "Oh my God, Harry?!"
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A story in which the pacient's wounds are not only derived from gunshots but also, heartshaped.
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