Whatever you say, Mr. President. (DISCONT.)
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EDIT: This has been discontinued. This was a weird story I decided was a good idea back in middle school as a joke, but I do not take pride in this creation any longer.
The year is 1963.
A man going by the name Lee Harvey Oswald is faced with a grave decision.
He found himself staring down the barrel of a rifle, glaring down at the crowd that gathered along Elm Street at the base of the Texas School Book Depository where Oswald just so happened to be an employee of.
The clock was ticking.
The world was waiting.
Everyone held their breaths as shots rang out, But Oswald had yet to pull the trigger...
What will come of Lee and his poor target, John Fitzgerald Kennedy?
Warnings:
-Graphic Imagery
-Hint of Conspiracy Theories
-Kennedy/Oswald shipping
Author's Note:
This story is not meant to be factual. This is based off of my own personal findings, thoughts, and imagination. I am not here to sway anyone's opinion over this tragic topic. This was merely meant for entertainment purposes.
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