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... . Let them feel it claw at the back of their minds.
The man who shot me, the one with the gun still half-raised, his face cracked. Just slightly. Just enough for me to see the flicker of something beneath that cold, pirate exterior—doubt. Shock. Maybe even fear. That was good. I liked that look. It suited him. His face had a perfect asymmetry to my fists. I was going to kill him first.
Every second I stood there, grinning like the bullets were nothing but mosquito bites, the whis ...
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