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single winter morning, watching Bein read his breakfast paper, Kohke decided to kill him. He stood behind Bein, aligned a pistol barrel with Bein's cranium and worked the trigger. He had reasons for wanting Bein dead, yet watching his lover shake about the floor, smearing progeny on the linoleum, he could not bring those reasons to mind.

The pistol must have wavered when he plucked the trigger, for Bein did not pretend to be dying properly. After a writhing agony he malign still, attempting to catch his breath. And then, calmly, he asked Kohke to call an ambulance.

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