she stood in the alley. Holding a 9mm handgun to your head. Her finger on the trigger, but she wasn’t pulling it… she still loved you, you were begging for your life. Trying to convince her to let you go, so they could go back to how things were before. She says quietly: “I…I-i still love you Mark, but I-it’s a million dollars… I’m sure you understand…” she says, her finger still hesitantly on the trigger.
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