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Oct 2017
I was minding business when ******* entered my compound. I opened fire. Many died. Later, more came. I was overwhelmed with corpses. “Black lives matter!” I hollered to the sky. “One bullet per black life matters!”
Ingrid
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   Mike Robbins
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