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I leaned back in my chair as I read the letter. John Meagan sat across from me, on the other side of my desk. He twiddled his thumbs, I knew he was nervous. "Well, Jonathan, that was very…very... interesting. Could you explain why you wrote this-" My words were cut off, "I wrote it to remember her. I'm going to kill her before the end of the day, don't try to find me." My mouth hung open as he pulled a weapon out of his pocket. A gun. He pointed the gun at me and yelled, "Repent you bastard! God needs your fucking repentance!" I rose my hands in the air, begging him to put the weapon down. "I'm going to shoot, repent you fuck!" Before I could utter a breath, he fired. He blew off two of my fingers. Police burst through the door. "Put the gun down!" They shouted.