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I was helping with the hot-dog stand, it’s our fund raiser for new sports equipment.’ They stood there companionably and
chatted about the ride she had gone on that morning and what sort of activities his Pony Club ran. Her heart started to beat more calmly ... she felt almost detached from the situation of extreme violence she was involved in.
The police thought that the tattooed boy had a broken arm. That made her feel a bit guilty, but, as she watched the lethal looking knife being placed carefully in an evidence bag, she realised she didn’t really give a damn.
