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...he heard gunshots. his past had caught up to him; for in another life, Billy had once been an assassin-for-hire that had a penchant for reading his victims one last haiku before he sent them off to the fishes. So he ducked into his storage unit and . . .
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As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi
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