A Story From America
August 14th 1960, I was working late at the office that night. It was like one of those nights that gives you shiver, when you think about them. The cold air was tickling me in the neck, when it slowly blowed into the room from the open window. The lights from the street made me so annoyed that I hartly could find and read the papers I was looking for. Finally I
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to see behind the counter, but I was patient. Suddenly a man runs into the lobby, he stops infront of on of the ladies. When he takes his coat off his arm, I can see he holds a shotgun in his hand. Iím paralysed for a few seconds, then he fires the shotgun, and runs out of the backdoor. Just when Iím about to rest, something always happens. I start running alter him.