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The cannula in his hand reminded him of that day. The bullet had entered the abdomen. Its trajectory devastating. Any older and he might've lived, but he was just four.

In the bank the shot surprised him. He never intended using the gun.

The mother told how she'd died when, at the hospital, behind the curtains, she had to watch as her baby died.

Movement on the wall suddenly caught his eye. The curtain opened and there amongst the witnesses she sat.

He heard the pump as it began injecting the drugs that would never repay the pain he'd caused.

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    Neville Hunt over 5 years ago

    Capital, sir!

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    shaun over 5 years ago

    Oh well done! Cheers chap.

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