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Monroe - Chapter Two. Die Motherfucker Die.
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... ard concrete, his ears ringing, and his head aching. It was pitch black, a total absence of light that gave rise to unpleasant memories of his childhood when his mother hadn't paid the power bill, and then locked him in the kitchen closet so she could entertain her clients in her bedroom by candlelight.
Bob raised a hand shakingly to his brow, feeling something wet dripping down his temple, and winced as he felt the edge of a jagged cut. His mind began to catch up to the events.
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