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The Sniper Behind The Rifle Knew My Breathing Better Than I Did

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Hemlock did will always be there.

But this morning, I sat across from Sean in a small, sunny coffee shop miles from anywhere important. He was telling me a stupid joke, the one he always told to make me laugh when we were kids. His grin was still a little crooked, a little hesitant, but it was there.

The red dot of a sniper’s laser was gone, replaced continue reading …

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