An American Dream
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An American Dream Samus Stared into the unblinking black eye in front of him, it stared back, it judged him, and he knew that the careful, meticulous planning was wasted, and that he had been judged. The barrel of the gun expelled its ammunition, and Samus fell into a kind of darkness that he had never experienced before, beyond unconsciousness or sleep, as he knew he would never awake. Earlier that day, Samus awoke. He knew that today he would finally carry out the carefully planned robbery that he had been preparing for. He had spent the night in a motel so that nobody would see him leave his house; it wasn't welcoming, but it was cheap, and after all spending the night in a decrepid motel was little justification for him not to go through with his plan, nothing was in fact, Samus saw the whole heist as an...


