On the Saturday before last, July 11, just before 4 pm, my dear and wonderful friend Marc Angelucci was at his home in Glenwood Drive, Cedar Pines Park, California with friends.
There was a knock at the door.
One of his friends’ answered, but the delivery man said he had a package that Angelucci needed to sign for.
Marc went to the door.
Shots were fired.
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