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He shot at the woman, blood gurgling out of her forehead. He paused for a few seconds to make sure she was dead. And turned to leave. Suddenly the carpet behind him made a sobbing sound. He gripped his gun tighter and immediately turned back, and he saw her. a little girl of about 4 years old, wearing a little light date-colored dress that revealed arms as fresh and tender as a piece of lotus root. She followed the example of the goose, clumsily...