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stpurl
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How conveniently you forget your own words. . .
Congratulations. You win this week’s Most Convoluted Hypothetical.
So I tell the gunman the truth and my kids are raped and murdered.
‘What in God’s name did you do that for?’ demands my wife.
‘You idiot’, I reply. ‘Don’t you know what would happen if we let them live? A year or so from now, little Jenny, angry at ‘the world’, might decide to pay back perceived slights, and kill a dozen other classmates! And you won’t believe what could happen next! Trust me, it’s for the best.’
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