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there isn’t any water at the

other side of the river, but

you get on your horse and

tell us that we

should follow you and

start a new life.  A gangster from the big city

is running at us, from the opposite direction.

He takes aim at you

and fires.  I like it when you

die, there wasn’t any reason to

cross the river.  The killer

jumps in the water and rides until

the waterfall, then presumably tumbles

to his death and your husband is

weeping, but as I said, I like

that you are dead.

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