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Butterscotch Bomb

July 25, 2011

Max was told to look after his friend’s Volkswagen beetle. Somebody had put butterscotch on the boil in the kitchen. It didn’t look suspicious. It boiled over and blew up. It was a butterscotch bomb. Max wasn’t hurt, but the VW was destroyed. It was just a black shell of a car.

He walked off, depressed. He stood on the church steps. The massive stained glass windows above him shattered and fell in pieces around him. He wasn’t hurt, but he thought it was his fault. The inside windows shattered moments later.

He stood on the railway tracks. The trains seemed to go right through him. He caused several accidents.

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