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Sunday, May 27, 2012

Some Were Safe, and Some Were Not.

The Little Lion Man, guided by a ghost, found himself at Tellesco’s old place.  It had been destroyed.

Tellesco looked up from the sink and saw a pair of headlights approach way off on the dirt road, and then they blinked out.

He got the willies.

He ran back to me, as I was finishing tying up my Docs, and he said, “Someone’s here!”

I pulled my leather jacket on and followed him out to where he pointed.  Always mind your leather.

Someone had come home.

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In another part of the ugly city of Fuckno:

Sven looked over to the large young man in his passenger seat and he hid his panic.  His weapons were in the trunk of his car.

Sven Slindlivrenn was the first,

...but he would not be the last.


To be continued…

God Help You.

God Help Us All.

---willies out.


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