"Arre you ready?" Those three words broke
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"Arre you ready?" Those three words broke my inatentive stare. "Sure." I replied as I adjusted my suit cuff. We walked up the stairs, and knocked on the door, and waited. Soon the
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international arms dealers posing as fashion police would be in for a fine surprise. My tailored suit gave me slack to kick the door in. My partner was primed for a gunfight, but
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not for a fashion model's pose-off. I'd have to carry the day AGAIN. The look on their face when I came super hard with double jazz hands almost made the rain of gunfire that cut
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through the air, adding to the mood, seem even more... emotional. I don't know, call me sentimental, but the smell of gunpowder has always made me feel just a little bit
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nostalgic for that time I was in the Civil War looking over a battlefield of shredded corpses and the dysentery in the camps. Oh wait, that was a reenactment,
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I think. You can never tell with wars. Were they real? Did I die or not? It doesn't really matter in the long run. Anyway, thinking of the shredded corpses, I continued
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to work at the beef jerky factory. Fantasizing about shredded corpses at work is dangerous. A pepper flake from the "Hot" department flew in my eye. I screamed and zig-zagged
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over and around the conveyer belts, getting shoeprints all over the dried beef. I spotted a vat of water a few feet away, and was about to jump head first into it, when suddenly
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the Pemmican Indian rode in on a buffalo. "I'm here to rescue you," he said. But then Slim Jim burst out of his office, pistol in hand. "The hostage is mine, Pemmy ol' pal!" I hid
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in the shadows and saw both of them die. One from an arrow and the other from a bullet. As they fell to the floor, I crawled over and took their wallets. I proceeded to walk away.
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- 2011-08-12 14:06:23
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- 2011-08-21 17:03:14
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