I hear rumours about a new girl going around. me and my dad's friends sons walk into the lunch room and walk over to the chess club, kicking them out of their seats and taking their table. pussies. I listen to my 'friends' talk about mafia shit, completely uninterested. It's been months since I've gotten in a fight, and im starting to lose the respect, or rather fear, I've gained around town. im thinking about making you my new target, when i see you walk in. i grin. perfect timing
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10/10/2024