He ran screaming into the room across the hall, which was the bathroom. It's worse than almost anything I've ever felt. His face so open, eager, laughing. Even I could recognize a stapler, so I started opening drawers, too.
He drew back, laughing and breathless. This is too complicated for me, Jean-Claude. He walked out, tears glittering in his green eyes. I watched them start taking out the wounded.
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