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Epilogue[edit | edit source]
Over my life I've had my fair shair of disappointments. When I've finished decoding people's bank accounts for the day, turned off the computer and burned the caravan I was staying in I like to ponder what might've been if it weren't for these unfortunate occurences.
Had I not picked up the wrong gun before that halloween party, then maybe l'il Timmy would still be alive and I'd only be wanted in seven different countries. Or if I hadn't swiped that cinder block, then perhaps the hospital would have been built. Sometimes I wonder if hugging that dog wasn't such a good idea after all, and if I hadn't would it have accompanied me to dinner. My few remaining comrades often disagree with this one. There's much debate on the subject of that failed pull, which is why it's often left unmentioned in conversation to avoid arguments. Most of my friends argue that dogs, for the most part, are WAY out of my league, whilst others claim that the excessive biting and golden shower it gave me was a sure sign of affection, and a Big Issue salesman we're not quite certain the identity of claims the restaurant would've just cooked my date anyway. Even so, none of them spoke against treating animals as beings, which got me all the trouble in the first place.