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http://www.cnn.com/2016/11/24/us/kentucky-football-game-shooting/index.html

SHOOTING AT FLAG FOOTBALL GAME

The final seconds found their way on Thanksgiving Day, a metamorphosis into the kind of grieving that starves kindness and covers everything in a sorrowful dust.

http://www.cnn.com/2016/11/24/americas/central-america-earthquake/index.html

7.0 EARTHQUAKE IN CENTRAL AMERICA

There is a human predator so undetectable in our present evolution, that we may yet find ourselves face to face with a truth that is so unexpected as to render humankind noiseless...

http://www.cnn.com/2016/11/24/us/west-virginia-teen-shot/index.html

WEST VIRGINIA TEEN SHOT AFTER BUMPING INTO MAN

(Is that rage I sense in you, sir?)

Feel my wrath.

(Pardon Me?)

Boom boom!

(Dead silence...)

That's rage...

~


© 2016 Mark Richard Prime

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