Tulskiy Tokarev Page #6

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All right, come on, Evan,

we gotta put it back.

- No! It's not even loaded!

- Don't be an a**hole, c'mon.

- Give it over.

- Fine, buzzkill, jeez.

Jesus, you, too?

All right, hand it over.

Oh God! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Is she dead?

No!

I didn't hear her coming.

I wasn't paying attention,

I was a little drunk, and... and...

and the gun was so cool, you know.

And it felt...

I didn't know she was

gonna be right behind me!

I...

It was an accident.

I didn't know what to do.

We dragged her into the woods.

We put the guns back,

we trashed the house to make

it seem like a home invasion.

I figured... with your history,

the cops would think it was

a mob hit or something.

I'm so sorry,

I didn't want to kill her.

I was scared. I was scared!

I loved her,

I swear to God, I loved her so much.

Please say something!

Just end this.

Please.

I can't take it anymore.

Please.

Hey, baby.

Hi.

It's okay now.

It's all over.

It's good to hear your voice.

Come home, know you'll be safe now,

Are you okay? You sound so...

I killed a man,

when I was seventeen.

Caitlin's age.

I got into a fight.

Someone handed me a knife.

Sometimes I dream about that night.

In the dream I see myself,

and I try to stop it, but I can't.

Then I wake up,

and I wonder what

would have happened,

if no one handed me that knife.

What my life,

what our lives,

might have been.

Paul.

I'm sorry I let you down.

Paul?

Paul!

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