"Your money or your life?" The stern-looking robber said, pointing his pistol at my head. I felt the coldness of the iron, red fear travelling down my loins. "Your money or your life." He thundered again.
"My life," said I. "My life. Take my life."
The robber was shocked. He didn't understand why I preferred he took my life. He looked at me straight in the eyes and wondered if I was insane.
"Young man," said he, "This is no toy gun. I'll take your life if you do not cooperate."
"Take it. Take my life." Said I, "take my life and die no more. Take my life and let me leave the misery of this world behind."
Furious. He pulled the trigger. While the bullet came for my forehead in slow motion, however, I rose to my feet and fled. It was a terrible dream.
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