It’s a death sentence, this disease. Well, thought I, why not take out some of the most vile people I'd ever known? My list had seven names. Weapons? Travel money? Check.
The first were smooth. I didn’t expect six to be armed. I got him, and he got me. I awoke chained in a hospital bed. The doctor told me I’d live. In fact, they removed the growth that would have killed me.
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