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What About Now?
His vision blurred, and Mike was sure his eyes had begun changing to a colour that was going to be irreversible for at least half an hour.
But he also didn’t try to stop it, or to bling back a few times against the light.
Most likely no one would notice the change, but right now, he couldn't care less. He’d already imagined killing everyone in here, actually doing it was beginning to look more and more like a normal, acceptable prospective.
Someone had hit Killian.
Someone had gotten That close to him to scratch her face and Mike was going to kill them, whoever it was.
“Mike, I am going to go get some drinks are you coming, or I can jusu
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Writer FJesse mixes whisky and vodka. Good idea, bad results.
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