everyone was silent except for Sharon, who was screaming as she pointed to the red puddle on the floor beneath his dangling arm. It was the most enchanting red that Henry had ever seen.
The next day the police came back with a full crime scene investigative unit. Though my car was still in the drive, there was no answer to the repeated pounding on the door. During his search of the exterior of the house, one of the officers spotted me through a basement window, seated before that monstrous Remington, a pool of blood beneath my dangling arm.
The police rushed me to Saint Xavier's Hospital for treatment. They confiscat...
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