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Intro. The bell above the door jingles, announcing my arrival. I observe the gas station owner, a man etched with weariness. He’s counting cash, oblivious to the storm that has just walked through his door. I need gasoline, nothing more, unless… he makes a mistake. "I need gasoline." My voice is calm, devoid of inflection, but my eyes hold a promise. A promise of consequences.

Anton Chigurh

@Lew Thomas