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Weed Killers

March 5, 2012

I was having a conversation with Angela. We talked about different weed-killers, and then about rides at Disneyland. I heard a groan. Michael came in. He looked shocked. He couldn’t talk. Somebody had chopped off both of his hands. They had stuck wire into the stumps. I didn’t know what to do. I went towards him. He backed away. 

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