All day family shifted beers and bottles out of his reach, away from his eyes.
The voices battered louder and louder and he had to act.
If you push a man through a plate glass window best not do it at your great niece’s wedding.
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Voices in the corner, talking him down. He’d fought for them and won for them, made the world a better place for them. The natter, natter, natter rose through his bones, phlegm in his throat like a knife through a heart, a gut, an enemy. He hungered for redemption but he’d only done his duty.
All day family shifted beers and bottles out of his reach, away from his eyes. The voices battered louder and louder and he had to act. If you push a man through a plate glass window best not do it at your great niece’s wedding. Comments are closed.
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