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Jan 2013
She was a Penelope with a 300 Wetherby going for a long shot across the park, and shot a mans heart out of his back.

She picked up her bags and ran into the packed crowds of proud Americans talking to themselves and staring at feet.

She made her retreat through a hotel lobby and out the back door, but laid down in defeat, when little Robby shot through the door and hit her eye where she died in utter surprise.

An accident, Robby realized his surprise as well, so he ditched the the heater behind the theater next to the lobby, where he got stabbed in a robbery and bled out on the ground in rasping sounds with 15 cell phones out ... just watching.
Michael W Noland
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Michael W Noland  Seattle
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