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Self Defense |
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JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
The tinny rasping of sleet striking glass comes in frequent waves shifting about in the unpredictable wind As this cadence continues I turn my neck until it cracks to relieve the cold tension driven into my bones I look to the floor, painted in blood are the last moments of the intruder who came into my home My hand goes limp the gun falls as I back into the corner and pray for God to forgive me |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
JB, What to say... |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssss) Oh James, I am sure so many can relate to this kind of grief and tension in moments like these everyday, my heart goes out to them all affected by supposed crimes like these! (sigh) I have nothing more to say except this is outstanding and heartfelt, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet James, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
This isn't your usual kind of message. Each choice you make comes with responsibility. I’m sorry that anyone has to live with this kind of “choice”. But, the intruder also made a choice. Melton |
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