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OUT OF CONTROL
Seth stared at his hands, aghast, the red evidence of his crime plainly visible. He hadn't meant to do it, but they'd taunted him and he'd lost all control. He could scarcely imagine the consequences; justice was only occasionally practiced here. Perhaps, a direct plea for mercy...? "Uhh, Ma? About that box of jelly doughnuts..."
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