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deathpenality.livejournal.com2009-12-17 03:08 pm
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YOU THINK YOU'RE BAD DONCHA
[ NEW YORK.
IT'S NIGHT.
Dark streets, streetlights all broken, bad-looking people everywhere; a normal person wouldn't walk it at that time of the night normally, but those two weren't actually what you would define with that word. ]
What's next?
[ the dark-haired one spoke, yawning slightly and hoping with all himself that their next job would have been extremely easy and fast to finish. ]
IT'S NIGHT.
Dark streets, streetlights all broken, bad-looking people everywhere; a normal person wouldn't walk it at that time of the night normally, but those two weren't actually what you would define with that word. ]
What's next?
[ the dark-haired one spoke, yawning slightly and hoping with all himself that their next job would have been extremely easy and fast to finish. ]