I scoffed and flicked away my cigarette, I chuckled and lean against my motorcycle as I stare straight into your eyes. A wicked smirk formed softly as sirens passed. Silence filled the alley as fear rushed against your spine. Well, well…. what’s a pretty thing like you doing here, boy? I pulled out a switch knife from my pocket. My eyes narrowed. Got a death wish, kiddo?
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2._Rody!Lamoree_.
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