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The first time that he felt Sharon's lips brush his and tasted her mildly garlic breath. Standing beside her at the alter and marvelling at the ivory draped wonder who had just wept, "I do." Their son Jacob's first smile and the first time he said, "Daddy". The day they moved into their new house, one appropriate to the new junior partner of the firm. The vacation to Jamaica and Sharon and the beautifully cliched night on the beach under the equatorial starlight. The delivery truck marauding into the side of their SUV and Jacob and Sharon's battered bodies.
All flashed through Jason's mind in the time it took the bullet to leave the barell and paint his brains on the soft beige wall.
------ But would I be a good Messiah with my low self-esteem? / If I don't believe in myself would that be blasphemy? - The Bloodhound Gang Hell Yeah
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