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It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week, we were left with the lingering sound and the acrid cordite smell of a gunshot. Let’s get back there because there is no other background needed. Someone got shot. It’s that simple.
“Ow ow, ow.”
“Shut up, Wentworth. We got you and your gun. Whoever taught you to shoot didn’t do an outstanding job.”
“I think he hit his foot, Larry.”
“Wentworth, what the hell were you trying to do?”
“This really hurts detective. Call 911.”
“Not till you tell us what’s going on around here.”
“Come on. My foot is killing me.”
“Andrew, call 911. Okay, Wentworth get down on the floor and let me look at your foot for a minute.”
“Damnit Detective, that hurts like a sombitch. What are you doing.”
“I just took off your shoe is all. You have any towels around here?”
“Yeah, there are…
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Where Genres Collide Traci Dowe YA Author 
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