“Hey.”
“Hey. How much?”
“What you want?”
“What every man wants.”
“Twenty. Got ID?”
“Yeah. What for?”
“In case I catch somethin', I'll know who to blame.”
“Right. Uh - where?”
“Over here.” Footsteps echoed in the night, grit crunching finely under their heels as she lead the man deeper into the darkness. In a world of garbage and stained red brick, three
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clever!
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