The Days of the Fair One Are Over
A man learns quickly about the seriousness of force.
When he picked up the gun to clean it, he knew he was going to blast his opposition. There was no time for jabs and left hooks. Just dumping the steel. That’s all anyone knows nowadays.
Just to get into a fistfight meant nothing in Wilmington, Delaware. It had been an experience that no one wanted but they knew they needed it. To lay down someone with punishment meant that you were top. And he was standing with his piece he named Enoch.
As he saw him cross streets, he withdrew but instead of shooting, got two in his head.
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