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the day, that I'd come by and show off my new gun.
I was there for a while, and I suppose we'd all
had a little too much to drink, when somebody got
up and went into the kitchen and came back with a
knife. I pulled out the gun and started firing.
At first, just into the ceiling.
I couldn't remember what I had intended, and I couldn't remember what happened. I think everything just stopped, and we waited for the police to come. But nobody had called the police. "Maybe we should hire the Independent |
Protection Agency," someone said. "They're licensed to kill the police, if they have to. That way, it won't matter what happened here. It won't matter who did or didn't get killed or injured. They'll just protect us from everything, and we can go on forgetting about it." "Yeah, but I didn't spend 3 years living in outer space colonies, just to wind up like this!" someone chimed in. And I found myself sitting there, regretting that I didn't meet the age requirements for teen suicide.
I went to see my new agent.
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