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The arrow came hurtling in air and singing a melancholy song. Mandela ducked and it whizzed past him.
Ofuoma was not lucky . The arrow penetrated his heart coming out through his backside.
Blood oozed like rivulets. Savages erupted from nowhere to lick the blood.
Blood was life. Mandela puked loathsomely.
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