The two massive fingers that have Jamie pinned and hanging between them suddenly let go. Your stomach turns over and you jolt forward - Before your eyes, Jamie drops and goes sailing downward, his blond hair whipping around his head, his slender arms flailing wildly, until you hear a distant cracking sound and the young man lands, far below you, on the white-tiled ground. You gasp in shock and sadness, staring towards the dot. "Ah, don't worry. He's not dead, his back's just broken." At Tom's words you feel a small flash of relief. Until Mr cruise, wearing brown three quarter pants and flip flops, lifts one foot over the paralysed boy and brings it down with a definite crunch. He lifts the front of the foot and digs his heel in, rotating it from side to side to pulverise all trace's of the little brat's existence. Next Tom looks at you, ignoring the tears in your eyes, and says:
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