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When I find a responsive one, I inject it
in slowly, making sure the wound doesn’t
tissue. It has to look like he did this.
"You did this, Rob, you did this," I
tell him. I feel his pulse, and it's still
strong. A few more of these ought to
change that.
I leave his home seven hours later,
my mission accomplished. Part of me
wanted more of a fight, but he deserved
to die the way she did. I drive back to
