shirt, in front, to expose her tummy.  She stuck the needle in, and was in the middle of depressing the insulin into the girl’s system when the shooter rushed over to them, pushed the teacher roughly aside, and grabbed the syringe, and pulled it out.  The teacher stood up.  The little girl burst into tears.

     “That’s only half!” the teacher informed the shooter.  “She needs all of it!”

     “I told I not want long, drawn-out production.  Next go faster.”

     The teacher took the child in her arms, held her close, as the shooter made them lie down, and face the wall again.

     “You’ll be okay for a little while,” the teacher comforted the chi...

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