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'Damn another funeral, an-oth-er funeral' is what Trigga uttered when he put down the phone. It was the old friend Boonie who had passed away. He had just finished talking to his mourning mama on the phone. Boonie just got murdered in cold blood. Trigga had a good relationship with him and there is one thing he said that Trigga will never forget until he himself is 6 feet underground, 'Life is like a dice game, you can throw whatever and it may not always be in your favour the next thing you know your worst enemy could become your neighbour.' His death however was no surprise to Trigga. Many kids lost their childhood from guns, though not many people on the street cry no more because countless children have died for fun. Some people have started to celebrate it to death and whish they could die themselves, so...

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