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Rats on blast.

We caught a rat last night.

Two of them actually.

One animal. The other human.

Both have since gone free.

How I wonder about

The life we choose.

And the life that chooses us.

A conversation

That begins as a whisper

And ends with a rupture

When the choice is not our own.

Yes, masked crusaders.

You are on blast.


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