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On a side street flanked on both sides by a dull pallette of buildings of different storeys and colours, a man

”It’s a gun wound.”

Phillip whistled. “Who would have access to a gun around here?”

”By the way, could you take the washing out of the dryer when you get home?”

“Sure, love you.”

“Love you too.”

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