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Words & Images Peter Middleton A murderous hail of AK-47 bullets shreds the air as we ease away from yet another roadblock. Then the shooting stops. Mandi lay crushed onto the floor; me draped above her. The Landy has rolled into a dip on the roadside and stalled, with the cooling exhaust ticking the hour-long seconds. I realised I was holding my breath but eventually managed a dry croak: “You OK, love?” “Yeah think so. You?” “Yup, no additional holes or anything.” “Shit! What happened?” We were whispering for some reason. “I watched him aim the AK, then he let

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