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::Making Grown Men Cry Since 1992
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I sit in a plush chair. I am wearing a black neoprene glove. I retract the blade from a pistol-shaped utility knife. I hear the boss’ son approaching me from behind. I hear the boss’ order and wait for a bullet in the back of my head. I slump down in the chair and scream, twice, still waiting.