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Clock Is Ticking

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As I stand there I have two choices: save my mother or my wife of twenty-five years. I contemplate the choice and I yell, “Both!” I whip out the boomerang and knock both of them out of the gas filled chamber. As the boomerang makes its round it knocks the killer professor, injured and defenseless.





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