The resisting trigger submitted, and an explosion of glass jumped from the mirror. He scrambled for a shard to finish the job. Officer Willows lay in jest no more
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Officer Willows’ arms violently shook as he raised the gun. Finally, again he found the man that had terrorized the town for the last two years. The main subject of the small town’s jokes, only hired because of his great granddaddy, the once heralded sheriff, knew this meeting was inevitable. The monster proved to be too strong during their last encounter. The recount was mocked as a fairy tale.
The resisting trigger submitted, and an explosion of glass jumped from the mirror. He scrambled for a shard to finish the job. Officer Willows lay in jest no more |
"Classic"
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