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At last the door gave way, and Johansson breathlessly burst into the room. But he saw to his shock and horror that he was too late. There lay the lovely Dierdre, lifeless.

"No!" screamed Johansson, crumpling to his knees beside the prostrate girl. For the second time in his life, the woman he loved lay dead, and once again the tragedy had directly resulted from his very efforts to help and protect her. "No!" he sobbed, again and again. Bitterly, impotently, he cursed his fate--the nightmare of guilt and loneliness he would be condemned to live out for the rest of his days.

Soon, however, his mind began to wander. "I wonder if the U.S. will go it alone?" he mused.

Date Written: February 23, 2003
Author: Jon Matza
Average Vote: 4

05/19/2004 John Slocum (4): Johansson = Robinson?
05/19/2004 Ewan Snow (4):
09/30/2004 John Slocum: Let's go ladies and germs, hup-hup-hup-hup.
09/30/2004 TheBuyer (4): Could have sworn I did this three months ago; rated this short, not killed that woman.
10/21/2004 Mr. Pony (4):