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Nutty the Slightly Unstable Dwarf |
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Suggestion
A drabble
By Gumnut
7 Dec 2003
The man entered the room. Jack’s skin turned cold.
There was something about him, something he should do.
The man’s figure blurred in his vision, and he felt control slip from his fingers.
A voice echoed in the back of his mind.
It wanted to kill. It wanted death. An inexplicable urge to commit murder
He reached for his weapon.
But something stopped him. Some strength of will defying his mind’s suggestion. His hand froze.
The man looked at him. The man greeted him. Jack held out his hand, and felt the paper dry skin clasp his.
President Kinsey smiled.
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FIN
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