“I still don’t know if that’s enough reason to distrust everything though. The government can’t always-” Michael looked down at the phone lines. Two, three, and four were blinking. His eyes lit up. “I hate to cut you off, but I have some more guests on the line.” “Hm, I suppose I was wrong then. Well, remember what I said. I’d bet my life on the assassination being an inside job.” “I will.” He hung up the line and pumped his fists into the air. He’d hit gold. He answered line two with greedy fingers. A woman immediately started yapping. “Now I don’t know what that man was on about, but I know for sure who killed JFK.” Michael smiled. He was going places for sure.
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