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The Voice of Justice
Just a few more feet and he would be out. They would never know, he was too good. He would walk through the glass door and in to the bright sunshine and they would never know. No one took any notice of him. They should, he was good. But they did not, he was smart and they were too stupid to recognize his intellect. Someday he would tell them. Tell the world. He would show them. He would tell the world how smart he was. He was very, very smart.
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"Rights! If I am elected to this office then I guarantee the personal rights of every individual in America just as our founding fathers fought for! No one can tell you that you are not equal for any reason; such bigotry attitudes will not be tolerated in this free society. I repeat nothing less than complete and total acceptance of everyone will be tolerated!"

The screams and shouts of approval drowned out the next few lines. Marshal Jacobs smiled smugly to himself. It was in the bag. That back-to-the-beginning, read the-Bible-preacher could forget this election. Augh, that preach and his followers made Marshal sick. He wished that he could just kick them all out of the United States of America.
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It was time. Time for the world to know how smart he is. It was time to show them. They would see, they would know. He was smart. They would pay. Pay for ignoring him. Pay for laughing in his face. They had been paying and now they would pay big. They would all know. All know that he was smart!

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The large black car pulled through the massive iron gates. Marshal stopped to reset the alarm. Purring contentedly, the automobile rolled up the glistening white driveway and past the perfectly manicured emerald lawn. Pulling into one of the several spaces in the large garage, Marshal twisted the key and the hum of the motor faded until all was silent. Gathering his custom-made, black leather briefcase and stack of paper; he slowly got out of the car and started towards the house.
It was dark tonight. Really dark. A night like this and someone could assault you and no one would know. . . . That call James had taken before he left the office had said . . . but no, no one could get in here. Besides things like that only happened in the movies. Still it was very dark. What was that noise? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
"Hello."
Marshal's heart nearly stopped. He was going to die. No one would go the trouble of getting in the gate unless they were going

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