December 29, 2009
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Dinner with the family, what a beautiful sight. I place the corn, the chicken, the potatos on my plate and ask somebody to pass the gravy. I look up, no one moved. I ask the same question a little louder. I toss my suddenly empty plate at my brother. It goes through his head. Nobody sees it. It hits the floor and shatters. Nothing. I'm dead.

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