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August 15, 2011
THE GREAT CROWD

Here comes the great crowd. Will today be the day?

This is what Derick was thinking. Because he knew they were all gunning for him.

"We hate you," they said.

"Why?" he asked.

"It's arbitrary. But still we hate you."

Derick sat still and awaiting whatever they were going to thrust into him. He said, "Go on. I'm rubber, you're glue."

One brave soul stepped forth and drove a dagger into his guts. "Doesn't feel like rubber to me." A laugh from the crowd.

"Next," said Derick.

His hand cut off. His head too.

"Next," he said.