by Mark H. Walker
The assassin sat at the bar and watched. It was closing time, but the couple would need to be told, need to be tapped on the shoulder and told. Heck, they would probably need to be separated with some type of pneumatic tool and then told.
You felt that way once, her tiny voice whispered.
Several kids shuffled out the last slow tune on the tiny, saw-dust covered d…
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