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An Irrefutable Bullet-Point to the Nape of the Neck
The moon was full, the snow was deep, he died
He was pushed to his knees in the shadows
“Just for the sake of curiosity,”
He asked the cold, “How much did I get right?”
“Too much,” a supervisory voice replied
The moon was full, the snow was deep, he died
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