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Last Man
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The Killer
He stood by his apartment window like a night owl, looking through his periscope in the crisp dawn. The whores across the street were buying crack from the black clad dealer. A white limousine pulled up to the all night cafe. The transvestites emerged in drunken glory from their nightly vampire escapade.
He let the scene sink in and gritted his teeth, as his mind ignited into a frenzy. Bullets smashed through the air: into tires, into windows, faces and asses. The people screamed and ran, and he continued to fire and fire until his ammunition was spent.
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