“So, you know that group up there in the Planetarium then?’ The pistol continued. ‘Hey they say it’s a small world.’ ‘Are they alright?’ asked Semilla darting forward. ‘Yeah, they’re all fine, apart from the President he’s rather dead actually, oh and one of the lampposts I’m afraid he copped it too.’ Baz’s beacon flickered with emotion. ‘Which one?’ he asked. ‘There was only one President as far as I know,’ said the pistol indifferently.”
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