The night was warm, the gelignite was hot. The plot was thick. And
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Jenny's being sick in the bathroom. She's six months gone and will it
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have a chance or simply wither in the womb... The room was thick with
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smoke. Photographs of martyrs across the wall. There's brother John
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shot down at the cenotaph (yes, we'll remember!) Sister Astrid, now
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corrected - never says a word. The list goes on and on. The bombs,
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the blood... For every guilty death there's 20 more. The limbs go
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flying across the floor, and no-one's crying anymore. Just caught up
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in the crossfire - and Jenny wants her child.
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Tower Four
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| The Legendary Pink Dots |
