I sat in one of the bigger trees on the edge of the estate, my back against the expansive trunk, legs stretched out and crossed on the large branch, cigar burnin’ in the growin’ darkness. I sat there and stewed.
Slim and Frost! Sweet Boneless Christ!
Bastard sure didn’t waste time movin’ on. Makes me sick. This was the guy Red picked?!? Damn it
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