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Re: The Following Week
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May 20th, 2009 - 05:13 am
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“Boys!” the youth standing before them insists. “You have to understand the position I’m in! My driver… the one who gets me good stuff at a great price… a saving I pass along to you, by the way… has suffered a terrible personal tragedy!” He begins to sniff, holding back tears. “His daughter… his little angel of light… was brutally struck down by a car! Horrible! Horrible! The doctors… they… they… they don’t know if she’s gonna make it!” His expression grows more pained. “My driver… as you could well understand… is devastated by all of this! What can I do? What?” He spits angrily, but doesn’t look them in the eye. “Force him to leave his little girl’s bedside because all of you want cheap cigarettes?” He gives them an angry glance, which quickly turns into one of submission. “You wouldn’t want me to do that, would you now?” He swallows. “Would you?” Then he pinches up his face, to get ready for a punch.
After a moment, he opens one eye, to see what they might be doing. |
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