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“She wanted to *kill* you Madison Perez. She wanted to cut your *head* off, throw the body away in some trash pit in J-Town, and then parade it around town on a pole for all to see. The poll was rigged!”

I couldn’t argue with her since I didn’t know what she was talking about. See, my head had already basically been cut off. From the inside.

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We owned a big plot of land out in Texas badlands where most of my people were conceived. Hard to miss with its Big Red P on a sign above the gate. We’d find it. Even without my head.

I needed to confer with my people before the pole comes out.

(to be continued)