brewbaccacoffee
As I stared at the hard, damp pavement, I thought to myself, "Why the hell would someone choose this location?" I took out a fresh cigarette and furiously clicked my lighter. I muttered to myself, "How in God's name were there no witnesses?" The rain began picking up, washing the blood away. I was running out of time.
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