"What was that? What? I can't hear him. What's he saying?"
"I don't know, I can only hear you."
Seriously, they could use my father to torture dictators into giving up their secrets. Or, you know, killing themselves to end their suffering. It's not a bad idea. I think longingly of the Remington 783 in our garage. Assuming they haven't changed the combination for the locker, I could have that sucker in my hands in seconds. I could end this torture. I could be gone in just sixty seconds.
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