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"Kenny", says Lawrence. "What about Kenny", say I, suddenly a bit irritated, and small wonder, because I have yet to forgive Sven for all the trouble he has caused us. "Kenny did not die when he fell from the Lion's Gate Bridge." "I pushed him", says Sven. And now I am too overwhelmed by horror and sadness to even react. And hate, because right now, I truly and absolutely hate this Lindstrom, this murderer. "You fucking murderer", I hear myself snarling, and am just springing up from my chair to pounce on Lindstrom when I feel two very strong hands restraining and placing me back on my seat. Jesus, for a teenage boy, is incredibly strong it seems and then I am reminded that he is not just any teenager...