Poison, Vile Poison
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It was ingested. It was burning under our skin. It was killing us. The poison flooded our veins. It was taking over our blood. We are all victims. We can all snap. But where would that get us? There could be a death or two. Or, four or five. Or, nine or ten. But, it wouldn't matter. After all, they would be safe. The rest of us would suffer. They would be free from the grasp of the liquid disease. Everybody has it. But not everyone accepts it.
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