For a moment i saw Gloria again, sitting on that bench on the pier. The bullet had just struck her on the side of the head ; the blood had not even started to flow. The flash from the pistol still lighted her face. Everything was as plain as day.
They shoot horses don't they ?
Horace McCoy
1935
They shoot horses don't they ?
Horace McCoy
1935
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