fast, losing the grip on his son.  He was mad about that.

     “I have to go potty,” the little girl said quietly.

     “Fine.”

     She took about 6 steps, and a shot was fired.  The women and children screamed.

     “Now, you go potty in Heaven,” the gunman smirked, then straightened up himself, and turned back to his son, back in his mother’s arms.

     He lunged for his son, and his ex-wife, trying to wrestle their son away from her.  They scuffled for a few minutes, then another gunshot rang out.  The gunman retrieved his child.  The child fought for only a second or two, then gave up.

     “I s...

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