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“Between his howls of torment, his rediscovered English told me a lot. An earth shattering storm was about to hit, but not this one with wind and water. Between bits and pieces and shocking details, he begged me to kill him. 鈥淢atame!鈥� He shouted. 鈥淢atame! Por favor! Matame, senor!"

I waited. He talked. I could hardly believe what I heard. But it was definitely a deathbed confession. I knocked a smoke loose from its box, hunched over and fought off the wind and rain and lit it. 鈥淣othing I can do for you, pal. You鈥檙e gonna die; and mercy killing is against the law.鈥� I stripped the magazine out of his AK-47 and slipped it into one of my pockets.

鈥淭here鈥檚 one shot,鈥� I said. I checked the chamber of the gun, tossed the rifle into the sand ten yards behind him. When I walked away, he was still talking, screaming actually. Sayanara, bitch.”
― Robert Workman, Immigration Invasion! A Family Affair