Samuel was used to being in charge. He had come to expect that people didn’t question his authority. He was right. He was always right. After all, who had guided them all these years? Who had fought for their rights? Who had been entrusted with their overall well-being and purpose? Samuel knew he had done a good job, no, an excellent job. But this was simply too much. For them to turn their back and demand something so foul; it was devastating. Samuel knew he would have to show them the error of their ways. What good could come of an acephalous group?
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