I had become involved with a black-haired married woman. One day her husband came home and threatened her with some guns he had bought. She came to me asking for help. I accompanied her back to her house, walked inside and took the guns from the husband. I then shot him, but didn't kill him.
I put him in a wheelchair and began rolling him down some stairs. His wife hadn't seen me roll him down the steps, and when I subsequently talked to her about it, she wanted to know what it had looked like. Referring to the way the man had gone down the stairs, I said, "It wasn't that great. It wasn't that great at all."
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