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It was awfully quiet for a Friday night.

There were no parties where he wasn’t invited.

There were no late-night fools running around in the dark.

It was just him and the power he finally achieved.

I’m at the top of the world, he shouted into the dark.

This is my world now.

The insanity doubled, tripled, quadrupled, until that’s all that was left of him.

 Just his suppressed insanity and his revolver.

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