T
he last time I saw you， you were wearing your red
T-shirt， blue denim panl，~， comfortable soft shoes and
your contagious smile. You stepped into the station
wagon with a fellow who was rapidly becoming one of
your good friends. You were on your way to see his
sister who had a typical teenager s crush on you. You
were going places， and your friend allowed you to drive
that wagon!
I didn t like that a bit; after all， you didn t have a
license yet. But your friend assured me that you drove
very well， and you were so proud turning down the
street， showing me that you could handle the big car.
That was the last time I saw you. Little did we both
dream that that very night your short but beautiful life
would be stopped by a bullet fired by a very sick man.
You couldn t have known that the man who bran-
dished a gun in front of youy all evening long was unable
to part with it. Without that gun he felt like nothing
With it he was a bi~ shot. That weapon was his only power
and authority， but how could you know he
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