Emory went for a little nighttime stroll. He took a cab to the poorest part of town, then began crisscrossing its side streets and alleyways. He rubbed the snub-nosed .38 in his pocket, waiting for someone to try something. But no one did. "These people are so lazy," he muttered.
8:46 PM - 27 Feb 2018
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