Chapter 3

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Screw Coriolanus. I can't believe it! After he fired the gun, two bullets found its way in my calf.

Curse him. Curse him. Curse him.

It's agonizing. I can't breath. End it. Please. End it. Let him find me in this clump of bushes. I can't bear the pain. I can feel the thick blood rushing down my leg, coating it in red paint. I can't hold on.

Coriolanus is coming. Let him come. 

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