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Someone standing close to me is shot in the neck. He spins round suddenly very slowly and I can see the hole in his neck where his adam's apple should be. It is edited like a scene from a film. The crowd scatters and meshes and the man falls. Bad thoughts crowd my head. But the worst thing is that I want to get away as quickly as I can and I can't remember where I have left my coat.
Go.
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