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I never thought it would be me, had been assured by professionals I did not possess the capacity, that those who had committed wrong, had in reality nothing to fear but the lash of a sharp tongue. One evening everything changed, the magic which had kept me safe, kept me out of touch with that portion of my civility I feared an illusion, simply evaporated. When the police arrived, everything was silent. The corpses a few yards from me would have no confessions, could add nothing to unravel the mystery. It is often said, every man and woman has a breaking point, my immunity to this truest of tales abandoned me as surely as protection via inoculation, had failed under assault by November's flu. But now I had removed myself from that controlled humanity of whom I had always been so proud. Fingers clenched my smoking gun like they had never been apart just a familiar hand in a fitted glove.
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
The Flavor Of Blood
I never thought it would be me, had been assured by professionals I did not possess the capacity, that those who had committed wrong, had in reality nothing to fear but the lash of a sharp tongue. One evening everything changed, the magic which had kept me safe, kept me out of touch with that portion of my civility I feared an illusion, simply evaporated. When the police arrived, everything was silent. The corpses a few yards from me would have no confessions, could add nothing to unravel the mystery. It is often said, every man and woman has a breaking point, my immunity to this truest of tales abandoned me as surely as protection via inoculation, had failed under assault by November's flu. But now I had removed myself from that controlled humanity of whom I had always been so proud. Fingers clenched my smoking gun like they had never been apart just a familiar hand in a fitted glove.
jim-allen
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
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