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The intruder strode through the crowded park, trying to ignore the sounds of carefree children’s laughter and the low murmur of unsuspecting adults. He reminded himself that although he was probably going to end some of these innocent lives, ultimately he was doing this for them.

An ice cream truck stopped nearby, blaring a song from its speakers, providing a surreal soundtrack to the terrible scene that was about to happen. He recognized the tune as Turkey in the Straw, evoking memories of boyhood lyrics for the song.

Do your boobs hang low?

Do they wobble to and fro?

Can you tie ‘em in a knot?

Can you tie ‘em in a bow?

Shielding his eyes from the sun, he scanned the crowd for his target. After a few anxious moments, he found it, and a reassuring calm came over him. All doubts vanished as he focused on why he was here, and what he had sacrificed to make this moment a reality.

Setting his canvas bag on the ground and unzipping it, he pulled out a Bushmaster M17S assault rifle. Bringing the gun up to a firing position, he heard a shout from nearby, and knew his time was limited. Focusing on his target, he aimed and pulled the trigger. The gun jumped to life in his hands, burping out a quick salvo of rounds.

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