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They don't let me name names on this blog, but the person behind the hit I was investigating is dead now.
In fact, I may have killed more people than I actually avenged here.
The trigger man's dead. I thought that would feel good. It did.
I don't know.
I guess I picked the least ♥♥♥♥♥♥ of two incredibly ♥♥♥♥♥♥ sides.
Maybe that doesn't matter. Maybe all that matters is that I now have the ability to kick down doors.
Either way, I need a drink.