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| i |
| shot |
| your son |
| i said |
| to him |
| he |
| looked |
| at me |
| bewildered |
| then |
| walked about |
| the room aimless |
| i |
| heard |
| his wife |
| sobbing |
| in the |
| next room |
| have some soup |
| he said |
| after awhile |
| so we |
| both |
| sat |
| and stared |
| into our soup |
| while we ate |
| i`m sorry |
| i said |
| in the end |
| he didn`t |
| say |
| a word |
| as |
| -life must go on- |
| and |
| -there was nothing more to be said- |
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| so |
| i |
| tried |
| to make |
| reconciliation |
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| i |
| would not |
| have known |
| i |
| shot his son |
| but... |
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| he was my neighbor |
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