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| 05 Jan 2013 12:46 PM |
Alfonso
Looking down at my wound, I realize that it wasn't as significant as I thought it was, I put my hand over it tightly and keep pressure on it. Someone was gonna get whacked for this. I staggered to my feet and slowly started towards Doctor Frusciante's house. He fixed up all the wiseguys in the neighborhood and didn't ask questions. If he hadn't lived so close to me, I wouldn't have made it that day. I barged into his house, interrupting his morning coffee, hollering at him to fix me up. And sure enough, after he operated, everything was fine. I sat in his living room with all the blinds shut, the windows and doors locked as well. I had gotten totally paranoid and with good reason too. Perhaps a nice brandy would help me right about now.. |
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| 05 Jan 2013 08:48 PM |
Eve
My vision was blurry, but I could tell someone was standing nearby. (Bird) I stood up in pain, holding onto the side of the dumpster. I couldn't let that man get away. Ignoring the image of the person standing nearby, I stumbled out of the alleyway. That was when someone noticed my injuries. A lady looked at me like I was crazy. I wasn't too far from the alleyway; This was just right past that man's apartment. I was still close to the target's residence. The lady frowned, "Are you alright..?" She asked. I grasped the air and mumbled, "I... guess..." She shook her head and threw down her broom, leading me into the back of her shop. There, I sat down on a chair at a wooden table while she rummaged around, getting bandages. I was still in a state of shock and confusion, and still mad that I didn't duck down, and that my new coat was ruined. |
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