My mouth was a weapon. One I could aim and fire at anyone. But once. Just once. Too obvious and the authorities would take me down.
Shouldering my way through the crowd, I grinned at the knowing.
So, so many people had gathered for our high school reunion. I hadn’t been invited, but found out about the reunion anyway. All these people who picked on me. Shunned me. They would make a perfect ground zero.
When I got to the middle of the gymnasium, lost in the crush of my peers all around me, I
opened my mouth
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