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When I was a wee lad. I found my first snek. He was just slither by when I got into my 2008 Toyota E-Corolla and squished him to death with a glass bottle in my hand. The snake did not die. I grabbed a shovel and took it to it’s head. *Thump* Silence. It ceased to exist but, I was not please. I took that shovel and tore the snake apart piece by piece. Atom by atom. I buried that snake. May his existence serve as a reminder that I would kiss something for merely existing. I had no quarrel with it. No hate. No need for revenge. No anger. Nor regret. I simply wanted it dead.