Damn It
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Gun in the waistband of his jeans.
It's been used fifteen minutes ago.
Seventeen minutes to be exact but who cares about that ? No one.
It must be around three in the morning but he's not in the warehouse with the others.
He's outside with a cold wind slapping his face.
Damn the wind.
He killed two guys.
Bad guys, but still, humans.
Damn his conscious.
He feels no guilt yet...
He shakes his head, trying not to think about it.
A light murmur makes way to his ears.
Is it his imagination ?
No.
A girl is slightly dancing in the streets. Alone. With no music.
What.
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