It was late in the day as I walked down the street with my wooden baseball bat. It was an irritating day for me to say the least.
’Why the hell should I have to do shit? Luciano is so damn annoying. He runs an Italian mafia for fucks sake!’ I thought in annoyance. Before I could continue to having my pissed off internal monologue, I notice someone a couple of feet in front of me. “Hm? Who are you?” My thick boston accent could be clearly heard as I looked at the stranger in front of me.
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18/02/2025