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It is barely dawn. I hear the distant retort of a gun. I think: who gets up this early to kill shit. I hunkered down on that thought for a long, considering moment....My imagination fails. You know, that is likely going to be the death of me in the apocalypse. I can't imagine why anyone would want to kill shit at the ass-crack of dawn.
I hear sirens and have no trouble imagining that same gun-toting fool as having shot himself accidentally or perhaps by someone else on purpose. . #smallstories