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Endgame

I watched as his chest filled with pride… and i hated him!
I had known him nearly all my life, yet drunk on his own success he swaggered by me with no recognition. No visible remorse, no scars, his life had continued. With the disregard the tornado shows the debris in its wake, this man, this monster, this target, had enjoyed the life of the blessed. It had been borrowed time and that time was almost up!
My breathing was shallow, my stomach in knots but my mind was sharp and focused and I knew… I had made the right decision. As i watched him skip around to the drivers door of his car, the endgame began. So too, soon, would the screaming…

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