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Island of Lost Dreams

He scribbled on a small piece of paper.

The church was dark and empty. But he didn't feel lonely. He never felt lonely. The automatic on his back was more than enough.

He scribbled some more on the paper.

Then he placed it in his pocket. They'll find it.

A few people started to arrive. He had 10 minutes to change his mind.

The church was dark and the voices became vaguely irritating.

One bullet was all he needed.

But the voices of joy... This annoying cheerfulness...

He did have more than one bullet.

That's when he changed his mind.

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