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"No!" he cries, falling to the floor, crouching down

I pull the trigger, screaun is ja, and I realize, too late, that so at un and, still on un away and shouts out, scra on the floor

I pull the knife up out of its sheath

Bobby sees the knife before he falls on me, and tries to turn away

I bury the blade in his shoulder to the hilt

He screa, and when I plunge it into his throat Bobby’s expression turns surprised and his face tightens up

Bobby pushes hi noises, a thick streaets bigger, gaping, as he staggers back

His knees buckle and he keeps trying to close the wound with his hands, but he can’t breathe

I start inching toward a gun,out until it lands on the s position

The crew keeps fil with pain, I stagger up and aiasps, blood purin "Ith too laye"

I check the safety

And when I fire at close range it knocks er toward the exit I look back and where Bobby’s head was there is now just a slanted pile of bone and brain and tissue

The director is helping me into the production office that has been set up in a first-class lounge, because he wants to showone another, preparing to clean up

I wince when the director grabs ’s broken," the director says, excited "You’re just badly bruised"

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