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I'm at my desk. Did that cop shoot my brother in the head? Or his heart? Was it quick? Or, did my brother lay there dying in a pool of blood in his own backyard now flashing with lights, the voices of strangers & his own murderer? ..then the phone rings & I have to help you with your vehicle complaints.