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| I'm not falling for that one again, I still get a pain in my side on really cold mornings and that's every fucking morning. The drunk routine's been done to death. Amateur. I put my hand on the hilt of my knife. Ready, as the bundle gets closer I take a deep breath and relax. No point being tense. Almost on top of me, my knifes out now, under my coat, holding it loosely, ready. I look away, that's what's expected, ignore the poor sap. He makes a lunge. So predictable. My knife's in his throat and he's down. Kick the knife out of his hand. He puts it to his bleeding throat, choking. Quick search before he has any chance to recover. Hey, some nice bits and pieces here, lady luck smiles on me tonight. I'll take a closer look later. Pocket the stuff and off we go on a night time stroll. Step in a few deep puddles to get the blood off my boots. |
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