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An Entirely Familiar Angle

It’s noon-time and I’m lined up on the side of the road, like everyone else. We’re all happy, but I could sense something ill in the air. Couldn’t precisely put my finger on it.

The wind gently blew in my face as I focused back on the festvities. I think I can see it. . . I tried moving to the other side of the street to better my shot of seeing them when they pass. I bumped into a fellow crossing the street. We kept on moving in opposite directions, however the man dropped his wallet. His ID was in the wallet and it was stuffed with receipts. I’ll drop it off after this.

The beautiful limosuine crept down the street as everyone watched and waved. They passed me, it was 12:30PM.

At that time I knew what was wrong, and I jerked my head to the building down the street.

Then I saw it, in all of it’s horror. I saw the rifle mounted out of the window, gleaming in the sun.

PFFT!, PFFT!

The president is down.

Everyone is in disarray.

I know who killed JFK!!!

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