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Monday, March 30, 2009



It was a very short distance
from where I sat on the bed,
and he stood at the foot of it
with his face turned from me.
Seven bullets couldn't miss him.
Some of them didn't.

Bruno Fischer
Fools Walk In
1951
Posted by David Rachels at 3:00 AM

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