“I’ve got my violence and I,
I’ve got my violence and I,
I’ve got my violence and III…”
He didn’t listen to her; he thought it was under control.
The gasoline should take care of things.
The Policeman tossed a match at the homeless girl.
She wasn’t dead, but the fire would soon fix that.
(( I figured, since you brought it up in conversation, I'd pull the crazy policeman out again for a while. ))
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