Ronna Krueger Meredith
Firing Squad
Remon from work asks me to find a restaurant on map to take a woman for a date. We pharmacists are sitting at desks in many rows on a beach. A group of about 6 pharmacist are standing in a row facing a few Arab men. They think they might be getting an award or something, but one man raises a small pistol and shoots each of them in the front of the head. They stumble and look stunned. There is no blood
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