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Friday, June 3, 2011

Twenty

So, the lead. Well, I haven't acted on it yet, though I plan to do so tomorrow. No, the past week or so, I've been...stocking up. On supplies. And...ammunition. Oh, God. Please tell me I'm doing the right thing. I don't want to kill her, but if I have to...oh, God.

This one, for labor: A monument to all your sins, a collection of wisdom and hope and grins; a sure man against mortals, but not on the other side of the portals.

You get three chances.

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