The stand
These things are insane , sreaming yelling grinding teeth the anger is from the pain, getting up and dressed hell bent and twisted as you may have guessed , the sound of his truck starting is the beginning of the end . he rides alone has no trust no friend. this time it's different, this time he won't repent, the bullshit has gone way to far , he loads his shotgun and heads to that bar , he walks in the door out numbered in raged he pulls the trigger cleares the floor this man is crazy and can't take any more .
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