home I came up with their stash of drugs and fifty thousand of the queens folding paper. I left before first light and returned to being my old self. It did feel good and bad at the same time, the yin and yang of morals and morality, but the way was set. A way that led to this parked car, waiting for a man who had got away with hurting children. When I was young, I remember building a castle out of cardboard and placing a Knight on top of the highest tower, looking out at his imaginary land passing judgement on those below him, I had become that knight.
THE END, or is it.
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Publication Date: 02-20-2011
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Dedicated to those who find justice an empty word.
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