In the morning cats scream at each other. The lottery store had its glass shot out overnight. Your cop friend says two dead bodies by the river, and that in his district alone. Well and what have you learned from the man lying under the statue, arm strapped, blood spiked upon his wrist and his head tossed back. Life unmans you. Only if you let it, please? Only if you let it?
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