It was a slow day, and the sun was beating on the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light, a shattering of shop windows, the bomb in the baby carriage was wired to the radio.
Perplexed soldiers tried to figure out who blew up the shop, unaware that a perambulator was the next target. Post-script words floated across the bottom of the scene lamenting the complexity of clues.
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