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I faced him, while he was in my bed. He was not alone. The pistol was freezer-burning my hand, and my index finger was tired of being extended. It wanted to pull in. It wanted to pull that trigger back. And my body wanted to feel the reverberations of the pounding shockwaves through the air. It wanted to feel the power of retribution and of death. The power it knew it was causing. More simply, I wanted to kill. Kill him.

Then I could face her, and repeat the process.

Then I could face myself, and repeat the process.

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    D.M. about 8 years ago

    The repetition of the last two lines work well!

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    Julie about 8 years ago

    I'm with D. M. Those final two lines make for a powerful ending.

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    Brandon Sutton about 8 years ago

    Thanks! I'm glad my finisher worked so well!

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