Driving back from Portsmouth, Pawel futzes with the fancy electronic gadget he mugged off the previous night's yuppie prey as he tries to sort his speculations and impulses in the loud cancophony that threatens to overwhelm his consciousness. One voice in particular causes him to nearly run through a red light.
Dude, shooting your therapist in the
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I have to agree with the statement itself. If you're going to shoot your therapist, you use a .357 Magnum. It's more ironic.
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