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“Kill her,” she mumbled into the phone.

“I said kill her.”

Young Max had come home a multimillionaire. More importantly, he was looking to share — with his old friends and new church.

It seemed he had become a believer.

“Why not believe in a God who so readily believes in me?” he thought with a giggle as he waited to tell the deacons the good news.

“Why not give to those who gave to me when I was a nobody?” he mused as he went door to door to invite his old neighbors to the town meeting where he would share the surprise.

Why not?

Because some don’t share with their sisters.

Because some just smile slick and smug.

Because some

“Just kill her.”

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