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Murder in Three Acts

Posted on 03/20/201003/20/2011 by Backpacking Dad

I shot a man in Reno.

He deserved it.

He said “liberry” and I lost it.

Later, I shot Liberty Valance, but I let Jimmy Stewart think it was him what did it. The world needs a shining hero, not a Dark Knight, so I didn’t take credit, and I told Gordon he could set the dogs on me and I’d be the villain. Good times.

I also shot the sheriff. But I did not shoot the deputy. Because then I’d have to change the title of this post.

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