Roy on July 8th, 2009

He looked around and sees nothing… yet he can hear footsteps… he can sense someone breathing… so close
The alley is too dark, and the moon hiding behind the evening clouds isn’t helping.
No sweat. He’s tough, he’s a mean guy, and everybody fears him.
He put his hand in his jacket and pulled out a sharp six-inch [...]

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