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Killed a man Tuesday. Checked his oil, packed a lunch, drove three hundred miles to do it. The boy looked like his nephew. Same jaw, same stupid haircut. Wednesday he kissed his daughter on the forehead. Told her to be good. Meant it. No animal forgives itself. It just eats and moves on. He needs God, a flag, and a stranger with more stripes. Three lies stacked on a fresh grave. Friday he is at his daughter's recital. Claps loudest.

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