The whisper stream ran through the town for days. Backwoods insecurities have layer him six feet below where the snow now covers the roses. They were afraid of where his eyes might find their fix as well as their own. They thought they knew him but they don’t even know themselves. The whisper stream flowed across this country; the headlines printed the words self defense. Did he deserve to die? Do they deserve to live? I’d trade their life for his.
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