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June 8, 2010

Stacy: Patience Day

I lay on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. Pretty wood, colored glass. Looked – and smelled – just like a church.

Now why would mama’s little girl Patience be in a church?? Oh, right, this tiny hole of a town wanted to thank me for some damn thing or other.

Ok, so why was I on my back? My ears were ringing, and I could feel a wetness and a burning pain in my left arm…

I came up off the floor as if spring loaded, Glocks trained on the milling crowd.

“Just who the fuck shot me,” I inquired.

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