"Apparently they drew up a list," I say.
"Well, I have a hate list on my wall, too," she says.
"Yes," I say, "but I'm sure you don't have access to weapons."
"I have a revolver in my bedroom," J says.
"Do you stand in front of the mirror with it and shout 'freeze' and imagine what it's like to kill your enemies?" I ask.
There's a silence. "I might," says J, finally.
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