Maybe I need a murder here. Or a kidnapping. A flying saucer would be nice, too. Anything but what you experience in your common life.
How many murders have involved your life, directly? Ditto, ditto, ditto. Cancer and heart attacks, more likely.
Everybody else does it. The evasion. Look at that cowboy ride!
Someday, after we’ve built an Interstate clear to the moon, my two years in the field would have gotten me halfway there.
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