Michael stabbed the send button on his computer. That'll cook his goose, he thought: now they'll fall in line behind me. Nearly there. He licked his lizard lips.
Later, Boris fell on his sword.
Across town, though, hushpuppied Ken extolled a bloody difficult woman, hoping the camera was indeed running...
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