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When the first man woke up that morning, he wasn't thinking about killing anyone.  He woke up with a head full of blues, a brain that was too big for his skull, and a bladder about to burst.  He lay with his eyes closed, breathing across a tongue that tasted like burnt chicken feathers.  The blues rolled in through the bedroom door.
     Coming down hard.

-John Sandford,  Easy Prey