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And then the end began … by Him.
….. One paragraph on Facebook.
….. It is what I must do, He thought.
….. She could not think.

Cannot think.

Cannot breathe.

Cannot imagine.

Not unlike driving at one hundred miles an hour.

Breeze blowing, sun shining, life looming large.

In a totally clear, blissfully unimpeded area.

And a brick wall appears out of nowhere.

Directly ahead.

And the devastation is without equal.

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