The Sudden Stop 2

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This was a late goodbye. Thirteen years after I'd gotten my revenge, it had finally caught up with me. It'd  been a long time to bear the pain.

My blood painted the snow red -- a gruesome slushie -- dissolved all the scattered painkillers, and leisurely dripped down to the sewers, mingling with the bile of the city, becoming one with it.

I can see them now, my wife and my baby. Honey, I'm home.

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