“What’s your body count?”
“Two,” replies a diminutive man who has recently introduced himself as Dan. His voice is barely audible above the hum and clatter of the coffee shop.
“Louder,” says the instructor with an imperious gesture of the hand. There are four of us sitting round the coffee-stained table. The two men on either side of me are wide-eyed and alert. My own hands feel hot and clammy. There is a sense of trepidation among our little group as the instructor takes turns barking the question at each of us.
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