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So many times in life we get it wrong. We can find disgust in someone we've never even met, or
someone we don't even truly know. In tales of fiction there are always purpose characters who are
meant to make you feel a certain way. They may only appear when they need to serve their purpose
in the tale, but what if the person telling you the tale is wrong about them. What if they aren't as bad
as you are told, or what if they aren't as good.

We end up leaving the law enforcement officer alive at the top of the tower, but we leave behind
much more than that. We attempted to take him during the night while he was walking away from
someone's house. We assume he was questioning a witness of a recent double homicide he was
assigned.

As we grab him, a vehicle drives up and two men get out demanding us to let him go. It appears as
though we weren't the only ones watching this officer.

Shots are fired, the two unidentified men are killed, and we drive away with the law enforcement
officer. In the pursuit of a man who we now have found innocent, we had killed two men we didn't
know. Two men who may have been officers of the law, who may have also been some of the few
remaining good. On the drive back I ponder what side of the line I fall on.

"As soon as we grabbed him, they started firing shots at us." "No, we grabbed him, then they drove
up and told us to let him go. Then you started firing like an idiot." "I only unloaded because they
were shooting at me." "Did you even see where they came from?" "They were either watching us,
or they were watching him, but either way they were already there." "Did you see anything that
identified them as police officers?" "No, and they sure as hell didn't say anything about it either." "I
would feel a lot better knowing we just killed two guys who were maybe going to kill a police
officer." "Yeah well we won't know until tomorrow."

I didn't say that was a dream because of the events that took place and the characters that were
mentioned. Knowing these things always helped me separate reality from fiction when it was hard
to tell the difference. When dissecting a memory and trying to figure out if it happened in this
world or another.

Often times I have dreams of Maria coming back, but I wake up to find that it was a dream. If one
day she does really come back, I won't know if I'm awake or if I'm asleep. Things like this are what
make you go crazy. She comes back, and even after days I'll still be questioning if I'm dreaming or
not. As for right now I know that I am awake because I've never been so irritated in my life. There
is a bug flying around in my apartment and I've been chasing it for the past ten minutes.

I'm wrestling with it now in my bedroom, and I close the door shut behind me so it has less places
to go. "Spray spray," says the can of bug-spray, but I miss both times. I lose the bug, so I stand still
and wait for it to make its next move. When it does it goes for the window ledge, the ledge of the
window that I opened earlier to let fresh air in. I probably should have kept it open, but then I
would be risking more bugs flying in.

I slowly walk up to it, and I spray again but I miss again. It starts to fly now, and I spray once more
and I hit it. The impact of the spray causes it to fly backwards into the glass of the window, and