HIT AND RUN
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"I looked into kates empty eyes and realised what I had done. My hands were shaking so much I dropped the gun. How had it gotten so out of hand? I had only ment to scare her off. Why did I pull the trigger!?
Out of all the things that were wizzing through my mind one stood out clearly, I was a murderer, and now I had to run."
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