“Well Bill, it seems that the old gal went down fighting.”
“Yeah, at least she got the bastard.”
“Kinda makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”
“Wonder what?”
“You know, why he would do such a thing.”
“Yeah, I thought about that myself.”
“How could he! He had not right to even come in here.”
“Well, its not up to us to make the judgements.”
“If she had not gotten him, I sure would have fucked up the weasel.”
“Yeah, me too… Well, we better go, the captain is waiting for us, all that paper work to do.”
“Got to love paper work. Damm, I’m hungry, want to get something to eat?”
“Sure, we can go to Sid’s.”
“Your paying, you know?”
“Yeah right! Its your turn, you old fart.”
Then they continued their lives as always,
One moment interrupting the steady stream of normality.
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