Razor Simons was perched on the window sill in his upstairs bedroom, finishing off the last of his cigarette. “Damn him. Why did he have to go and rat on me?” Razor asked himself as he stared out into the darkness. It was the middle of summer and even though he had his t shirt… Continue reading Bruises and Blood part I
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“Why is it always BAD things with you?? Why don’t you tell me about the better part of your life??” Here it comes. “What?”