My Inner Hero - Warrior!


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He flipped the newspaper away from him, watching as the Orlando Sentinel fragmented and drifted to the floor.

Staring at the jumbled mass he thought... The second round lies face down, mon ami.. rasie, call or fold?

His gaze shifted ever so slightly, the single repeating light on the answering machine piercing the darkness. A steady pulse.. boom ( Read more... )