Sorry For Delay ... Chapter 23
“They shot him in the head. Or did Simian fail to give you that memo?” Clenched teeth! I’m saying that through compressed and closed enamels. “What you mean?” That pan moves from my head and I can keep still. His brother comes over and takes another pot off the boil. I wonder why .. then see Robbo’s legs starting to move. And then a small groan comes like a cow going into labour. He’s alive. So there’s no need to bump into him now … but I do it anyways: rolling over until I hit him at the side of his legs – with some of the blood becoming imprinted on my t-shirt. Lucky it ain’t white! I lift myself up … but I’m brought back down by a pair of arms that I hear briskly placing down the pot. It takes all his strength to keep me down though as I struggle for this fool to let me go so I can se
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