Giant

The man had died somewhere between 6.45 and 7.00 am on the morning of the 1st of January. He was 37 years old. He was shot through the neck while involved in some sort of a street incident.. He stumbled the few yards to the door of the local taxi office, and died on the pavement outside, his head haloed in his own blood.

His nickname was Giant.
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Still life behind drawn curtains

Her ex is 21, seven years her junior. He moved in with her when he was 16. People grow up fast around here. At 16 years old he was already a family man....
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Punchbag

My manager used to say, 'cor, you had 'im goin', why didn' you finish 'im off?' I said, 'cos he looked terrible, all the blood and everything.' And he said, 'well, that's what the fight game is all about...'
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Screwed on the right bolt

So, anyway, I was bored to tears with her tellin' me all this. So she said, 'if I pick a place, you can take me out.' I said, 'lovely'. I thought it was gonna be a nice little candlelit dinner for two, you know. Something romantic. She took me to a Christian meeting hall...
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Andre's Story - It's been over two years since I last saw André. It takes him a minute or two to recognise me. He must be knocking on 70 by now. And then it dawns on him. "Chris!" he says in his peculiar nasal squawk, "come in, come in! You've made my day."

Kerry Cried the Night Roma died - It seemed strange, looking at this body in the back of my car, the tongue sticking out, like a raspberry to the world, and the body still warm to the touch. Minutes ago she'd been alive. She still looked alive. I could understand Andrew's puzzlement. I kept expecting Roma to bark.