I pointed the pistol right to the head of the sick bastard who killed my wife. I pulled the trigger.
If he'd spoken, he probably would've reasoned with me and stopped me from killing him. But, of course, that would be impossible — after all, he was only born a few minutes ago...
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Horrorsᴘᴏᴏᴋʏ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs! ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ! ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ sᴄᴀʀʏ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ! ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀʀᴇ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs! ᴀʟsᴏ, ᴛʀʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ...
