My conflict resolution happens in a very dark way when the murderer gets killed himself. "The drill startled Bollinger. He jumped, put a foot on ice, pitched forward, stumbled off the curb, skidded with peculiar grace in the snow, and sprawled facedown in the gutter. The driver of the grader had expected his quarry to run away; instead, Bollinger fell toward the machine, into it.
— May 12, 2022 10:39AM
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