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I was visiting my ex-husband's family, and was sitting on the bed in his brother's room with the two of them, shooting the shit. I noticed a newspaper clipping on the wall, and wandered over to see what it was. It was about a drive-by shooting that had ended up killing some kid, happened a year before in the same town my ex's family lived in. I turned to my brother-in-law and asked him why he had it on his wall -- since he was a gangbanger, I assumed it was one of his friends who'd been killed or something.
"Oh, that?" my bro-in-law replied. "I was the shooter."
If you knew this kid, you'd have no problem believing him.
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